"Actually, there was this girl. And she and I spent some time together and we were very close for a while. She named it Mr. Happy because she said it ...ade her so happy." Oh." said Betty. "A girl. I didn't know there was a girl Bobby." I don't think it's fair to say there IS a girl. The girl was Martha Hopkins."Betty goggled. "You diddled Martha Hopkins in High School?" Mr. Happy did. I just went along for the ride. I was young, dumb and full of cum. The way I remember it Martha diddled Mr.. For the next two days she went about her duties in an erotic daze, naked under her skirt in accordance with his wishes. From time to time she found herself shut in a cupboard or cubicle squeezing her nipples – bringing herself to the brink of release but no further, in a perverse act of self-torture.When the promised van reached its secret destination and Katya finally clambered blindly from the back, she was led naked through doors and corridors until a man’s voice ordered her to sit, and long. Before she pushed her cock in me again, she whispered to me, thanks for doing this, it's so fucking hot, my pussy is dripping. She moved her hips a bit, so she was grinding her pussy against the back of my leg. She asked me if I felt her soaking wet pussy. She wasn't k**ding! It was absolutely soaking! This turned me on even more. I swear if she even flicked my cock I probably could have cum. She then with one swift motion pushed her dildo cock in to my ass. We both let out really loud moans.. I got up with my legs unsteady and shaking to see that Andrew's face was drenched in my cum. He gave my wife's little clitoris a few licks and then sucked on it hard as she squirmed saying she was sensitive. They both moved and got up, and all three of us stood naked and dripping with cum as we drank. Andrew was not done; he was rock hard now and dripping with precum. As he took my wife's glass into his hand, placing it down on the counter, he grabbed her by the hand and said, "I am going to.