..fro...Waldo began to feel inescapably nervous and timid as he looked aroundfor Mistress Celeste. A finger went to his lip as he tried to figureout w...ere she could be."U-ummm..." Waldo continued to scan around the area, maintaining hisfeminine gait. "...Mmmistress Celeste? Where...where are you...?"The smell of fresh coffee now served as his guide as his mincing stepsfollowed the direction of the scent.As the scent grew stronger, however, Waldo began to feel a little morenervous.. It was true too. I had used her cunt.I’d spared her clit. Call me a softie.Then I took a series of digital photos. In the months to come, once they’d started to get over the worst of their ordeal, I’d send them anonymous postcards out of the blue. She’s at home opening a bill. Whoops. Out pops an ‘after’ photo. He’s at his office opening a letter. Damn. His day’s ruined.Then I turned her over.It was time to complete the set.I heated up the iron and popped two more USED logos into her buttocks.. At last it was time to go home. And it was Friday! On the way home Henry met up with Mary: "Oh hi, Sis." Hi, Henry. How is my BIG brother today?" replied Mary with a wink as she gave Henry a hug, "What did you think about today?". Henry blushed deeply. "I was so scared. See here, we missed this bit and I was scared someone would notice! And then I thought about my toes - what if I sprained my ankle?" You're such an old worrier!" She put her arm around his neck and whispered in his ear:. My sounds of desperation grow more plaintive and urgent. My juice begins to bubble. I stab my fleshy spear into your creamy enveloping tunnel faster. Faster. Harder. Your legs hold my gyrating hips firmly, keeping me from slipping free as I fuck your pussy with reckless abandon. My cries reach a new crescendo, and you know I am moments away from my peak.’ ‘My hands dig into the soft flesh of your ass as I hold you beneath me, my engorged length making its final few urgent thrusts. I moan and.