Mutual Masturbation

Madeline put her hands in her skirt. You couldn't tell if she was actually touching herself, but she let out a big moan.

She spoke in a sultry voice, and bent over to your level. You noticed how tight her blouse was, even if her tits were not the largest. There was something almost creepy about the quick change in attitude.

"We have a few options. I can touch you, you can touch me, or we can touch ourselves."

She let out another moan. Exaggerated, but it excited you nonetheless.

"So what'll it be, John? You want to touch me? Or should I touch you? Tell me how to get you off."

Her eyes told a different story. The blinking, recording camera couldn't see this. Her true self, her fear and anxiety that was only shown in her eyes.

"What are you waiting for, silly? Just give me the orders."

She took her hands and rubbed them over her still clothed body. Did she want you to make things easy for her?