I was as hard as a rock, how could I not be with this hot piece of ass straddling me telling me she was going to fuck my brains out. She began strokin... me and I reached my hands up under her skirt feeling for her pussy. I found it (right where it should be) and ran my fingers over her slit, which was slippery with her wetness. Just before I was about to sink a finger into her she disappeared off my lap and reappeared on her knees before me.“Take off your pants,” she ordered and I complied.I sat. Emily woke me the following morning telling me to get up,brush my teeth and get dressed. As I brushed my teeth shegot the clothes that I was to wear and laid them on thebed.A yellow dress with puff sleeves and a bow that secured atthe rear, white tights and buckle up shoes were what I wasattired in as I entered the kitchen. Maggie was sittingdrinking coffee.She looked at me with a sneer on her face and then said,'Okay Lucy, time for you to start work, you can clear up inhere, then the lounge. I grabbed some more toilet roll and returned to wiping her pussy. This time I wiped further forward to where her clit would be hiding, untouched for who knows how long. I was becoming hornier and hornier and as I wiped her again I trailed my middle finger outside of the paper and ran it the full length of her pussy. Dorothy let out a soft moan and remained lent forwards. Was she enjoying this? My mind was going in all directions…what was I thinking….I wanted to lick her elderly pussy…how. She had no other choice, but had to dress up and leave unsatisfied. She wanted to touch herself for a relief, but didn’t want to take a chance in the professor’s room. So she got dressed and left for home. Horny and unsatisfied she had slowly developed a foul mood. Back at home, not finding anyone she was even further raged, but then slowly calmed down to think how she can use the situation to satisfy herself.No one else was at home, and the rest of the building too was quite deserted. Gautam.