Preston raised up and rocked back on his knees . " i knew it would be good in your nouth ." Yolanda laughed . " How would you know a thing like that ?...Preston smirked . " I know a lot of things ."That got to Yolanda's curiosity . " Is that so ? Makes me want to find out what else you know ." I know what I want ", said Preston as his fingers deftly worked the zipper on the side of her skirt . He worked his hand inside and rubbed her belly . She murmured her approval as she pulled him into a. My old High School teacher, the woman of my boyhood fantasies, was standing not twenty-feet away from me. Her dark hair was pulled into a neat bun, delicate and impossibly stylish lab glasses perched on her dainty nose, and a short skirt underneath the white lab coat. I was in total shock.She didn't see me, but instead was concentrating on some complicated experiment that focused on a series of beakers filled with a strange translucent liquid. She would mix up some complicated chemical. They had her spread her pussy lips for several shots then the man came and finger fucked her till she was ready to cum and they took pictures of her with that just fucked look on her face. They bent her over and took shots of her ass with her cheeks spread wide and also so her ass and cunt showed. Then they bound her big tits and put a gag in her mouth and a butt plug with a horse tail and had her stand, get on her hands and knees and then stick her ass in the air. The whole session took over. What I want you to keep in mind is that this is commonplace for me. It’s all I’ve ever known. I accept the secret part of people. I don’t judge them because of it. I don’t think any worse of them. And I don’t tell other people.“So please, don’t start fearing that I’m going to learn your darkest secrets. I already know them and I don’t care. I think you both are very special women, and I love you both more than I can say.”“Even me?” Jan asked.“Especially you. I can read minds. It doesn’t take me.