From the shelf in the shower, I grabbed my trusty hairbrush with a shaking hand, and rammed it inside of me. The increase in intensity was immediate, ...ending a bolt of pleasure through me that made me spasm. Both hands sped up, as fast as I could manage. My legs began to weaken, but I fought to stay on my feet. I was nearly there; I could tell by the way my pussy gripped the handle of the brush, feeling every rivet in the plastic. Suddenly, my flesh became ultra-sensitive, and in a few strokes,. G strode to her desk, feeling the men’s eyes on her slender figure. Johnson lit a cigarette and blew the smoke toward her. "Arrogant Fuck!" she thought and said "I would prefer it if you wouldn't smoke in here Deputy Johnson". "As you wish" he replied and he stubbed it out on the sole of his Doc Martens, thenflicked it in the trashcan. "I'll get straight to it", he said. G was getting hot with anticipation of where this couldlead, the men so wrong, so exciting! She was not going to reveal. I trust that Master will keep you on the wagon or cut back on your booze at least. I honestly loved that you were rough and aggressive in bed, though. I love that about Master, too. It’s just ... what I like in men. A firm hand and all that jazz,” Tiffany assured her stepfather.“I do want to be gentle at times, too. You need that as well. Yeah, I’ll stay. Are you kidding me? I got to fuck I don’t know how many women today ... and I even got to stick it in Jonathan, Lowell, and Martin’s asses.. I didn't find it until my last lecture, and I didn't take very much notice of the lecturer after that!" Make sure you mark it, and underline the mistakes in red, so that I can do better next time!" Your style needs a bit of work, but the sentiments were just right! Seven out of ten, I think. That gives you plenty of room for improvement." Thanks, I'll see what I can do! We'll see you later - we're going to try the jazz club." If it's any good, you can always take me there after our meal - I.