So when he finished work he returned back to Joannas house and decided to go for a long run, he put on some short running shorts and then a vest and w...nt out. He knew when he got back she would be home so it would be interesting to see how she behaved around him if she did see him. He was not the only one who had been thinking of the previous night, the sight of Sam masturbating that massive cock and spunking all over her bra and knickers had made her so horny she could not do her work. Droplets, warm and reassuring, escaping the tight channel of my urethra to trickle across my panty concealed flesh. I relax and mellow into the warmth, muscles stretching out, a cat before a blazing hearth, revelling in the slowly spreading glow between my thighs.They step forward. Ambling on in meandering half steps as my musculature clamps down hard causing reticent whimpers to trickle from my upper lips. Tracking movement, lip nibbling, muscles aching, until once more, just a few steps on. We’ll talk tonight if you’re feeling better. I must go now, I’m late. Goodbye.’ With that she went, leaving me feeling desolate. The ‘Goodbye’ had sounded so final. I wanted to stay in the bed but the sheets were too damp after a night’s cold sweat. When I threw them off me, I saw they were riddled with the unmistakable stain of semen — a good job Wendy had not seen that, I thought — and only then did I remember the dreams. As I recalled them, especially the ones involving Connie, I felt. The drive had been long and tedious, but as she caught glimpses of the estate through the leaves she was filled with a sense of awe. When Roman Dalton, founder of Dalton Chemical Manufacturing, had requested her service offering a wildly premium rate, she hardly believed her luck. She’d looked up the address, seen it online - but there it was. The mansion. Behind two black gates stood 300 Sunrise Terrace. Everything - from the sheared hedges to the sharp, blocky walls of the main building, was.