‘Indeed. It might sexually stimulate us, at the very least…’ ‘Well… sure. First, you have to know I didn’t grow up rich. In fact, we were ...retty damn poor after my dad died. Eventually, though, my mom married this rich factory owner. Everything changed for me then. He had this enormous house, you could walk around for days and not get to see all of it. His daughter was around my age, and wow… no offense to you ladies, but she was a babe. She had a face that seemed sculpted, and really pretty. I locked the door, ripped my pants and panties off, leaned against the wall, and finger fucked myself into oblivion. One finger wasn’t enough…neither was two…or three. I practically had my whole fuckin fist in my pussy, slamming it in and out, banging my clit with my other hand until it was on fire. I could feel the heat building even more. I went harder, faster, slamming my pussy with everything in me. I could feel the edge coming nearer. Finally, with one final slam of my pussy and. She said she had never had an orgasm and wondered what it felt like. That’s when I stood up and volunteered to rub more oil on her back. As I rubbed the oil on her back my eyes began to wander down her slim backside. She was perfect. This opportunity was perfect to show her just how good it felt to go all the way to the brink of craziness. I kept talking about how me and my boyfriend at the time had starting kissing and touching each other. As I talked in a low tone my hands rubbed her lower.. "Good, I will give you just three strokes for that error. But don't you ever again use those coy politically correct phrases, do you understand?"She nodded and put her hands on her head and waited, but he said he wanted her panties down at mid thigh first. So she slid them down then put her hands back on her head. She shivered as the tawse rubbed over her bare flesh, then yelped as it landed, but managed to stay still, yelped again, and then for the third time. Somehow she had kept her feet.