Then I heard it, a loud pitched squeal that sounded vaguely like my own grew as my mind exploded as my orgasm took control. My whole body jerked and v...brated in response, buckling my son off me and lasting nearly a whole minute until I lay exhausted and sweaty as my senses returned.My god what had I done?Lips were kissing my own, my son chuckling at my most defenceless moment and I hated him for it. I rolled away from him, no longer able to endure another second and was relieved when I felt him. It can only be on the certain understanding that I’m allowed to keep my mac open, and allowed to openly display the full signs of pants-spunking when She makes me do it. I also need to be sure that She knows that’s all I want to do – not that there’s any real risk that She’ll expect more. But it’s difficult to rule that out, even with a disgusting old pervert in his dirty mac like me. Miss Melanie may well have not been bothered about the state of me – She said to me in the early days “one of. She put her purse on sofa and said, “Sit here. I bring something for you”. I felt so good because I was no more alone. Her room was full of strange smell. It was the smell of her perfume she wore which I smelt while driving. She came back with two cups of tea and handed one to me. She sat next to me and sighed. I said, “You have such a nice room and it’s so clean”. She laughed “haha. I didn’t notice”. Oh God. She looked amazingly beautiful when she laughed. I said,” you have a beautiful smile.. ”Archana walked up to me and ran her fingernails over my bulge.“Your cock needs freedom”, she said and began to unbutton my pants.“No, no, no. Please don’t do this”, I said.Deepa put her arm around me from behind and shut my mouth.“If you cooperate with us, this will be over in a while. Or else, it is going to take forever.” She whispered in my ear.Meanwhile, Archana had pulled my pants and underwear down. My cock popped out.“Whom do you want to be fucked by first? Deepa or me?”, Archana.