In the first episode, I was quite young, around twenty or so. It was in my first year of teaching, during school holidays, and I had gone into the cit... to buy some tennis clothes at a newly-opened clothing outlet. Not sure of my size, I selected from the racks some brand-name shorts and shirts and was looking around for where I might try them on when a shop assistant offered to direct me to such a place. He took me to a row of four or five conjoined cubicles in the centre of the store, each. I leaned closer, breathing in more of her musk. The juices ran down to my hand gripping the chisel right above the point, her cream warm against the cold metal.“Oh, yes, yes, yes, Mistress!” she moaned, her hips wiggling from side to side. Her round breasts jiggled as she shuddered. “Mmm, we’re going to make sure you have the best tools. You will make such an amazing statue.”I smiled at her, thrusting harder, ramming that dildo deep into her cunt. Then I leaned forward and licked at her snatch.. Hell, she seemed to be only too happy to give me space to do stuff. Or was it actually just that she'd given me enough rope?Well, perhaps. The upshot of all my various efforts, however, was that I finally got a call from Hal ... C's fiancé and the father of her expected child ... a guy I'd never seen or talked to before. Which didn't make the conversation any easier, not least because I was sufficiently miffed by that point to take a slightly sarcastic tone when he explained who was calling .... Robert could not resist mocking his wife as he did this. “Downward facing, “he said slowly, “doggie style!” Mildred couldn’t say a word; she was forced to sit there and watch her husband have every right to fuck this gorgeous young woman right in front of her eyes. It took a while, but slowly her rage morphed into passion and she looked for a way to join in. She squirmed closer and began suckling on Abigail’s dangling tits as Robert rhythmically pounded her from behind. She reached her hand out.