Her date

"He suggested my date and I started to laugh. I thought he was sooo dumb." Emma says, breathing heavily. "I told him that he was barking up the wrong tree because my date for the Oscars was my brother. And he frowned. He looked pissed."

You sense Emma is getting to the good part of the story. She's made an error in upsetting The Rock. You want to know very badly what he did next. You slide down your zipper and reach into your pants, wrapping your hand around your hard cock.

Emma watches with a smile, biting her lip one moment then going back to her story the next. "I thought he was gonna grab me or hit me or fuck me right then and there. I'd have been fine with any of that. But instead he smiled." Emma, still playing with herself with her right hand, brings her left hand up to her small left breast and gives it a grab. "And he said 'I know your date was your brother. I saw both of you in the front row when I was on stage.' and I said, 'Well then why are you telling me you want to share me with my date.' And as I said it I realized the answer. Because The Rock is the most perverted person in Hollywood. And I was shocked. I was expecting anything, I was hoping for anything, right? I went to The Rock because I wanted to experience his sexual insanity. But I didn't expect this."

You start to tug on your cock. You can't believe this story.

"Wait..." Emma suddenly exclaims. "No fair. If you want to masturbate, I should get to see it."

You cock your head curiously. "How's that unfair?" You ask. "It's not like I can see you."

And almost as if she was setting you up for the moment, Emma responds immediately but pulling her panties down her shapely legs. For such a petite girl, she sure has very long, quite amazing legs.

And there it is, her tight little twat, bald, soaking wet. You get a good two-second look at it before she slides a couple fingers back into it.

Now you have to stick to your side of the agreement. You pull down your pants and your cock practically jumps out. Emma's face lights up. "Okay." she says playfully. "Now you can get to it."

"So what did you say?" You ask her. She doesn't respond. She's gazing at your member, waiting for you to start tugging it. Has she forgotten that she's in the middle of a crazy story? You clear your throat. "What did you say when The Rock said he wanted to share you with your own brother?"