” “And why is that?” I asked.“Because, I’ll just enjoy it.” She grinned and looked at the wall in front of us.If there was a button that a...tivated my dick, she would have mashed it with her fist, because now, my cock was at full alert, pressing against her legs. She wore no shorts, as usual, only a small thong that I had gotten her, it was a small g-string thong, with just a bit of material in the front, barely covering her now wet and engorged pussy lips. The rear string barely went up to the. She reached for the bottle on her desk, but her hand went where the bottle wasn’t and only succeeded in knocking it into the wastebasket. Hell with it. She folded her arms on the desk and let her head fall heavily onto them as she began to weep again. Too damn many ironies for one life?First of all, the name: Susan B. Anthony. Major Susan B. Anthony, United States Army: combat-trained daughter of Quaker parents who were still reeling over her choice of career. She often wondered whether. Lisa staggered as well.Lisa carried Seph to the bed and we crawled in on either side of her. I leaned over and kissed Lisa deeply. I knew what she was thinking. She wouldn't do this with her daughter, but Lisa and I were about to make love with Seph as our intermediary. If Seph could orgasm from just being told that I loved her, she was about to have an exhausting night. We put little kisses all over her face and Lisa said, "Three restoratives, please." Three little vials appeared on the. Then I found her clitoris, and I didn't hold back. Mary was making lovely whimpering noises, and that turned me on more.I was aware of our Master standing by the foot of the bed watching. Mary was getting close, and I got more frantic with my fingers.She visibly shuddered as she climaxed. The fact that I had made another lady orgasm filled me with joy and excitement. It was so wonderful. It had always been something I would never do, after all, I was strictly heterosexual, wasn't I?It actually.