Michael slowly shifted her weight and tentatively reached down between her legs.
Cameron walked around her and sat on the chair directly in back of Michael. “Make it good. Make me want it. And don’t make me wait all night.”
Michael was starting to perspire. She wasn’t used to being in this position. She’d given up control. She knew she could just stand up and walk away at any time but something kept her riveted as she was. She reached into her crotch and started to rub herself. To her surprise, she was already very wet.
Cameron watched for several minutes. Then finally she slowly knelt between Michael’s legs and pushed them even further apart. “Don’t stop now,” she warned as she began to massage Michael’s buttocks and thighs. She reached around and her hands found the small n*****s that
