He called me from the parking lot. What did he expect would happen? I’m very persuasive and news flash, I have an agenda! If this cockrubbing perv thought I’d keep his masturbation sessions within the privacy of his home, he was sorely mistaken. Perhaps he figured that driving to a public place would keep him PG rated. After all, the last thing he wanted to do was be seen or reported. But public masturbation doesn’t have to end in handcuffs. It’s all about timing and judgement. It’s about the thrill of being out of your norm.
Public Masturbation Makes You Weak
This specific perv has called me before and he’s always putty in my hands. I soon had him rubbing through his pants and going a bit farther. Like he ever stood a chance! I coaxed and lured him more and more, and right there in the car, he gave me what I wanted: his surrender. You’re helpless against me, Mr. K! You knew damn well what you wanted and the idea that you were ever in charge of our session is laughable! The truth is, you’ll always be a pindick rubbing freak, a lonely porn addicted cocksucker wannabe. I’ll make you do whatever I want as long as I want!
Ah…that public masturbation habit is a hard one to kick, isn’t it?!!! He was powerless from the first time you made him jerk out in the open. We all know the thrill of getting caught makes it way more exciting. I’m sure that as soon as you told him where to go his little pindick started to throb! Those public strokers do love a challenge. Unless he’s already tried it, there is a certain extra thrill about the w@lmart parking lot after midnight!
Oh, what a naughty idea, Miss Lena!
Oh Ms. Amber, I’m so glad you called bullshit on this little clit rubber. Of course he wanted you to push him, why else would he call a wicked Mistress like you when he’s in a parking lot? You gave him *exactly* what he wanted, the stroker boy perv!
You bet I did, Miss Piper!