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A girl joins a line of others, all sent to detention.

Her dress sparkled and the light glimmered off the sequins and jewels that lay scattered throughout the fabric. She wore a row of diamonds on her neck and teardrop earrings swayed from her perfectly formed ear lobes. She was beautiful, but then again all of Weston's women were beautiful.

I watched as she walked over and placed her hand on his chest. He picked it up, brought it to his lips and kissed the palm before sliding his lips down to her wrist and leaving a long kiss upon her flesh. I could almost feel his lips touching me in the exact same spot, but I knew it wasn't real. I had never been to Weston's apartment, nor had he been to mine. I only knew of him because he came in every morning into the diner and had coffee before leaving for work downtown. He smelled wonderful, looked delicious, and had always shown me and the staff nothing but respect.

Now as he moved behind the woman I found myself aching to be her, or the next girl, or even sadly one of the discarded ones. He placed his hands on her hips and slowly walked her to the balcony edge. She gripped the metal and as she stood there, he began to kiss the back of her neck and press his body against hers.

I watched her push back and knew she was rubbing her ass against his crotch. I could almost feel his cock swelling and pushing against my ass. I reached down and rubbed my round cheeks and pushed against the crack of my rear. A long sigh of frustration and disappointment filled me as I took my hand away and rested it on my lap. I continued to stare out of the binoculars as Weston slowly began to lift the woman's dress exposing her long legs to the night air and the voyeurs like me.

I've watched Weston many times use this same tactic on women. He takes them to the balcony and slowly eases them out of their clothes. His mouth glides across their skin and I watch from my chair as his tongue dips into the crevices of their flesh. Tonight is no different.

Weston is on his knees and the woman has turned, pressed now into the corner of the balcony. I can see Weston licking her pussy and dipping his tongue between the slick folds of her sex. The scent of my arousal wafts of to me and I am sure hers is already surrounding him. My hand casually glides back and forth against my pussy and I try to mimic his tempo with my fingers as his tongue laps and teases the woman's mound.

I whimper and so does she. I can't hear her, but I see the parting of her lips and can almost feel her breath as she sighs in appreciation. Weston continues to sup on her. His hands hold her hips and he grinds his face into her folds. She bucks against him and throws her head back. I watch her bite down on her lower lip as Weston shoves his fingers into her pussy. My sex tightens as if he's inside me and he's fucking me. My hips move in sync with his thrusting and as the woman comes so do I.

I slide my palm away from my pussy, lick it and taste the juices of my sex. Weston rises from the floor and the woman drops to her knees. She pulls his pants down and holds his cock like a precious weapon. I ache to be there and take her place, to gaze up adoringly at his rod and caress it like a babe. Oh fuck, he's hard and the light above him caste a brilliant ray of light over his cock. The pre cum glistens and the woman kisses it.

The moan that spills from my throat is deep and full of lust. I watch as she trails the head of his cock across her lips. She is painting her mouth with his arousal. My lips part. My mouth waters. My chest burns as I watch her take his dick between her lips and begin the sensuous task of pleasing him.

The head of his cock pushes against the wet sides of her cheeks.

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