By lunchtime I can think of nothing else and the warm burning sensation of a building orgasm is too much to contain. As I slip two fingers into my wet...pussy in the dingy office toilets I think of his hands grabbing at my tits, pulling at my nipples and whispering in my ear that I am dirty whore... The rest of the week goes by and I can hardly contain myself thinking about seeing him at the weekend. Saturday morning I've prepared him for what I want. As soon as the door goes I am desperate to. I leant over her, pushed my lips against hers and whispered “Promise?”. She nodded assent and I kissed her deeply before releasing the stocks and straps.Angie stood up, she seemed to be in a daze, then sat back on the bench and looked at me “I am your sex slave G, I will do anything to pleasure you after the pleasure you gave me, starting with this”. She leant forward until her face was buried in my pubic mound, then pushed in further until her tongue found my wet slit, worked its way inside to. Main fir se dundne laga, is baar fir mere ko malti hi mili par main ab thoda khul gaya tha isliye maine naam nahi liya aur chuchiyo ko tatolta raha aur chehre par hath firata raha, fir maine apna hath uske hips par rakha to mujhe pata chala wo jeans me nahi balki Skirt pahne hai. To main samjha ki wo malti nahi balki dhara hai isliye maine uski skirt ko thoda upar utha Diya aur chuttdo ko masalne laga, wo bhi thoda hil rahi thi, shayad maza le rahi thi fir maine ek ungli uski chaddi me daal di. I suspect she had been dying to do that for such a long time. I didn't know what to think. My brain was scrambled with this new revelation. Susan climbed into the bed next to me. She gently touched my chest and comforted me. Noticing that I was petrified, she again said something like, "Don't tell Mommy and Daddy, you swear?". I just laid there stiff as a rock as she began fondling me. Her comforting touch eased my mind a little with her loving touch. She began our typical routine and I felt.
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