I think you’d like her more than me.”I laughed.“You’d be a tough act to beat,” I replied.Sandra rolled on to her stomach and reached across ...he sheets for her phone that lay on the nightstand. She picked it up and scrolled through the photos, stopping on one and then turning the phone in my direction.I peered at a photo that looked like something that should probably be in a men’s magazine.“Holy Moly!” I exclaimed upon seeing the photo, which showed both Sandra and her sister-in-law, Rebekka,. I knew where this was going. Ed had me stand up in front of him facing towards Robert. Then he put his hands on my hips and pulled me back to sit on his cock. I sat in Ed's lap, facing Robert, as Ed's cock entered me. Ed wanted Robert to see my expression as I rode his hard on and he wanted Robert to see his cock inside of me. Ed used his arms to pump me up and down and I started to just get into the good feeling of being fucked. I looked at Robert and he had taken his pants down and was. Outside showers? Yes, each house had an outside shower. The plumbing ran up the outside of the house, exposed to the winter weather. We found this out the hard way. During the renovations we were so preoccupied with getting the work done that we never gave the outside shower a thought. Or, for that matter, any of the plumbing inside the house. So, on the first warm sunny day, after a long cold winter, I suddenly heard water running. After searching around the inside of the house, I realized. ..?And then when I did get to jerk off, I had to do it within three minutes with my LEFT HAND...?"After all, if you can't cum that way, you must not want to" Ms. Scuntthorpe said crisply.?I saw Ms. Scuntthorpe for three years, spent nearly $200,000 getting extra visits, and only came eight times!?? I know you are getting rather bored of this story Shoeblossom (also I heard a rumor that you are compromising confidentiality by publishing these letters at BDSM library!) but I must finish.?After.