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  We were back to the play acting. This was Belinda's way of getting herself off—with a little help from me. Nude humiliation excited her. That's probably why she preferred to be standing rather than sitting while she was masturbated. Standing has more of the feel of having been caught in an unplanned situation than does the feel of reclining or sitting at ease, the more usual positions when one is engaged in consensual sex. Really, how often do people have sex standing up? And, even if it starts that way, chances are the sex partners are headed for a place to lie down soon enough. That's typical.

  Belinda wanted her masturbation to be anything but typical. She wanted it to be embarrassing. Humiliating. Taboo sex with a man with whom she wouldn't willingly lie down and have natural sex. If I hadn't been there, I suspect she would have acted out these scenes of pretend embarrassment with an imaginary peeper or attacker. And it's likely she did that fairly regularly on her own—beating herself off while pretending those fingers belonged to a man who burst in on her, grabbed her right where he found her, and went to town on her snatch without the slightest concern about her comfort. We tend to repeat favorite fantasies over and over. They're favorites for a reason, and they're likely to cause us to come extra hard when we beat off to them. So you can't blame a girl for doing what works for her. I assume doing it with an actual leering participant made it even more exciting for Belinda. So, if she was going to get the full satisfaction of this fantasy, she needed to have someone who could take on the job of playing the naughty man who unabashedly ogles and handles the poor, nude girl left vulnerable, embarrassed, and trembling.

  "Oh, my god! You're looking at me!" chortled the girl as her own fingers fondled her swelling left boob.

  Well, as the saying goes…it's a tough job, but somebody's got to do it. "Show me that pussy," I said in a deep, masculine voice.

  Belinda bent her knees, parted her thighs, and thrust her crotch toward me.

  "I can't stop you," she groaned with pleasure.

  No matter how many times we did it—and I did lose count at some point she never tried to stop me. Why would she? She was having too much fun.

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