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ownedgirlie -> RE: Exhibitionists. (8/18/2006 4:18:29 PM)
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This thread reminds me of something funny that happened, about a year & a half ago, if not longer. I was driving home from work when Master called and said "Pull over and cum for me." He was traveling and having dinner by himself, and wanted to hear me while he ate. (I love that about him) So I pulled into this abandoned parking lot. Not a soul around. I mean no one. I am sitting in my car, getting into myself, and really screaming out for him, completely oblivious to my surroundings. At one point I open my eyes and there's a man on a bicycle looking at me with this really quirky look on his face, asking "Are you ok?? Are you ok??" I nearly died. I stopped screaming out and started freaking out, saying "Master, oh my god I have an audience, this guy is at my car window asking if I'm ok!!"
So I had to tell him, as instructed (opening my window just an inch), "I am having an orgasm for my Master, so yes, I am quite ok." The guy grins and said "Fuck, that is HOT." He asked if I got paid for that. LOL I said no, I get a lot of things from him, but not money. Then he asks, "Can I fuck you?" I repeat to Master, who has me answer, "Hell no." BUT, Master told me to tell the guy to open his pants, pull himself out, and stroke himself. And if he was a good boy and came for me, he could watch more of the show.
He actually did it, but not to fruition. He was looking around all nervously and finally decided he couldn't.
He left and I laughed hysterically - from embarrassment and nervousness and absolute joy at the amusement Master was exhibiting on the phone.
He would send me back to that lot from time to time, to see if my friend showed up. I never saw him again, though.
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