Babysitting masturbation stories

It was not at all unpleasant - felt pretty good in fact. She greeted me warmly but I could only stammer incoherently as I stared helplessly at her unbelievable feminine curves. The half-bucket machine was laying on it's side with a big, flesh-colored vibrator sticking out of it and it was plugged in to the wall. Instead, stupid, snoopy me had to go back and look again. What was he going to do now? I don't know how many times it made me come, but I was in the middle of a good hard orgasm when I realized that the bedroom door had opened and someone was standing there. All this stimulation was having the desired effect on me.

I was looking at some really sexy outfits that looked like they were from Frederick's or Victoria's Secret, and right next to all of it, just there between the hanging clothes was a big dresser, so I opened a drawer to see what was inside. She ran her hand down her stomach until she reached her pussy, she parted her legs and stroked a single finger up and down gently, just to get herself warmed up. I think I started crying. In between apologies he was begging me not to tell and I'd reassure him that I would never tell.