We move over to magic markers.   Fred drivels on about something.  I really don't catch it at all.  My mind to preoccupied with my growing arousal. His fingers are like a tinder twig in a dry patch of sage brush.  Igniting my fires of arousal, like a flash point.<br/><br/>I murmur in concurrence with his suggestion.  While not all the way really grasping what I half agreed to.<br/><br/>It is then, I notice his hand go to the bulge in his pants.  Taking a staggering step backwards.   Shocked that he is going to begin masturbating.   But then it hits me, I could give him a hand job. It would earn me extra points.<br/><br/>While caught in that ponderous quandary if I should offer such a thing.   Fred is busy opening up the four pack of markers and pulling them out.  He then hands them bundled together and orders me to put them in.<br/><br/>Taking the markers, I am struck with if Jack will be cool with the markers not in the package.  In the end I decide that it should not matter.  Well at least I hope so.   Spreading my stance, I would again begin easing something up into my pussy.   With the other items,  my vaginal walls are stretched out even more. What more with the tightness.  An now with the loose markers.  They shift within me.  In such a way, as how benwa balls are designed to do.    I realize this is not going to get any easier.<br/><br/>Done I look to Fred and speak my readiness;<em>"I am ready for the next."</em><br/><br/>A decision is made, to pass on giving Fred a hand job.   He is at work, and that alone would not help her.  It is not like he could just up and leave the shop.  He offered her nothing in truth.  An despite her horny disposition.   She would restrain herself from doing that.<br/><br/>Thou a soft gasp escapes from her.  One laced with the arousal that is grasped her in the moment.  For as I  shift, my stance.  Those items I have stuffed up my pussy shift on me.  It will be hard to walk,  is the first thought I get.   Let alone in a moment or so, I will have to deal with Fred's fingers again.  That are indeed like match sticks, lighting my fires.