“Emillio,” she called and I opened my eyes.

Kimberley was holding her dress up and I stared at the
white lace panties that barely covered her pussy.
“Here’s something to think about in the weeks ahead,”
she giggled and I moaned. “Told you I liked teasing.”

It was too much and I shuddered with a groan and spurted
and spurted into the wad of Kleenex until I collapsed in
a chair.

“That was great,” Kimberley said calmly, dropping her
dress. “I’ve never seen a guy do that before. Ingrid
told me I’d get to see it but I didn’t really believe
her.

“Boy, I could never do that in front of someone, it
would be so embarrassing. You feel embarrassed, honey?”
she drawled and I looked away. “Poor baby,” she smiled.

“Get cleaned up and get that chastity thing back on.
When you’ve done that, I’ll get your clothes and we can
go for a drink.”