As I said I had a developed figure from my teens with 32 breast size and flaring hips from my college days. I was conscious about my diet so that I do...not add additional flesh on my hips. I always got a good male attention on road or at any gathering, which I could sense, though I was pretty conservative in dressing. In that sense I was very shy regarding these matters, which was really due to my upbringing and the small town we lived in. I was adequately gifted by god at proper places in my. This is all new to me! I am seeing this all from the corner of my eye and pretending do some work and ignore. He thinks I am too straight forward to turn and look down directly so just shy away.I try shaking my penis at home… nothing happens!…Only a transparent sticky liquid keeps oozing out and it feels good!This continues for 2 weeks. Then one day when we are doing silent reading and slowly his Right hand goes down, I know what is going to follow. It’s the usual now. However it lands on my. "Ohh yes, sir," she moaned again. "Call me Master," he told her. "OHHH, FUCK!" she moaned loudly, her body quaking now with desire. He grabbed her throat firmly, but not choking her. "Lay on the bed," he commanded. Isabella obeyed quickly she laid on the bed and he pulled her down until her ass just sat at the edge of the bed. Chelsea moved around to the girls head, taking her arms and putting them up over her head and holding them there. While Chelsea kept the maids hand busy, Master got down. No such luck ... ever. Very often I'll let my mind and hands take over. I touch him with one hand (which doesn't rouse him in the least) while I get myself off with the other while thinking of my latest naughty fantasy (which I've now begun turning into stories). Anyway...I couldn't resist the urge to touch myself while my son's stuff was dripping out of me. The thought turned me on nearly as much as fucking him in the first place. I snuggled right up to Hubby and caressed him with my left.