" Glenda paused for a couple of seconds before continuing, "It's just that what your doing feels so good." You like what I'm doing?" Walker asked.Glen...a could only nod her head as he continued, "What do you fantasize about, when you're at home masturbating?" Being fucked Sir," Glenda replied."Is there someone in particular that's fucking you?" Yes." Glenda was back to whispering, her face still flushed.Walker pulled his finger almost all the way out as he asked, "Who's fucking you Glenda. The household approved, particularly the chef, who had tired of devising fly recipes.The prince demanded a court, so the queen issued a royal proclamation that all similarly cursed nobles would be welcomed in the marsh. The first arrival was a bewitched duke, a tad greener than the prince, who was charged with maintaining the royal puddle. Soon the marsh was populated with all sorts of rude frogs: green, red, yellow, blue. The decree’s scoped was expanded. A rich banker who’d become a. There was no orgasm, no warning. It was as if my balls had some sort of emergency venting system to relieve the pressure. I was disappointed with myself I texted her, reporting the mishap and she was not best pleased with the wasting of my cum. Thankfully no punishment was issued at this time.The second was the next morning, the day of her visit. I woke up, as a quite often do, on my front, however the week of edging without release was telling and I my member was again swollen with arousal.. “Besides,” she said indignantly to the empty room, “I’m in good shape.” She dropped the sheet she had been holding up and looked down at herself. Sitting slumped in bed, however, had emphasized the slight pudge at her waist, turning it into a roll of flesh. She gave an exasperated sigh and slid angrily out of bed, stalking to the bathroom.Waking up early was never one of her favorite activities.Once she had finished with the toilet and showering, she worked her hair back in a damp ponytail,.