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Grant nodded and remained on the sofa where we sat watching movies. Grant’s hand nudged my leg as he rubbed against his right leg. We had discussed once how I really wanted to see someone do that in person, to have that sort of control over someone. I remembered the one night after he had two cups of coffee he was in and out of the bathroom. It still was hopping up and down as he fought off the need to pee. He was so close to bursting I nearly moaned in pleasure. “Come on! Doing what I ask?” I whispered, sliding my hand over his cock teasingly, moving it back and forth over the bowl.