I was no monk and over my adult years had needed to get laid as much as the next man. I had never had a live-in girlfriend or to be truthful any prope... girlfriend. Since I'd bought this house, almost all of my sexual activity had taken place at the woman's place as most seemed to prefer it that way. The few married ones had always come here for obvious reasons and for equally obvious reasons never stayed the night. To the chagrin of many I'd always baulked at letting any of the single ones. At least tonight, I’ll expect you to stare. Yours, Eva Stunned, you realize who I am. The girl in the cafeteria, the one you lusted after, but never knew her name or who she was. You sit the note down and look in the box. Everything you need is there, all the way down to the black silk boxers. You note the exquisite softness of the suit and think about how it must have cost a fortune. ‘I can’t wear this,’ you think. But, your intrigue and curiosity force that thought out of your mind.. Oh my God, there's someone else in here! she thought. Someone else was going to witness her punishment!Melody started to remove her hand from under her dress but she wasn't quick enough. He reached out and grabbed a huge handful of hair snatching her head back quickly. She gasped at the sudden motion."What do you think you're doing, slut? Don't stop now! You couldn't just sit and wait for us to get here... you had to be a greedy little slut whore and try to get yourself off again?! And to think. Do you like sucking men's cocks?" "I prefer big hard cocks up between my legs" We exchanged messages like that during the whole of the presentation. All the time we were sexting Marcus was fingering my panties. It awoke an old memory. When I'd been eighteen I discovered that my younger brother was borrowing my knickers and masturbating over them. Often at bedtime I'd notice a pair was missing from my wash basket. They were just the white or pastel cotton knickers I wore to school, nothing like.
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