.. I don't want to ruin the surprise!" Ms. Putnam chuckled."Yes, Mistress," Mrs. Harris said.Ms. Putnam left the two of them together and went upstair... to change. "C'mon, Beverly you can help me with the wine," Mrs. Harris said.The girls went into the kitchen and Mrs. Harris found the wine and the wine glasses. "I'm not much of a wine drinker," Beverly confessed."Well, you are old enough to drink, I know, or you wouldn't be here," Mrs. Harris said, "But I'll pour yours a little on the light. “No cumming,” you say, so I push the feelings away as the woman cleans your cum from me a second time. “Do you want to know who the woman is?” you ask. I nod as best I can. You pull the bind fold off and I see my friend, Lisa, who was at the club with me tonight between my legs. I blush deeply as she looks up, into my eyes, her tongue still deep inside me. “She says she followed you from the club. Told me she wanted in on the action or she’d tell everyone. I told her she could join but she had. His strokes were slow and gentle at first. The sensations were truly beyond belief. I love my husband and I love having sex with him. But what we do together just can't compare to this. It's as if Josh reaches the end of his long stroke and then just keeps on going for another foot or two. Trust me. That's only a slight exaggeration. There's just no way to adequately describe the difference between getting fucked with a nice seven inch cock and being overwhelmed by a fat, ten inch cock.Josh has. Nothing specific though.”Beck shrugged. “There was a lot of it. Why he even talks to us, I don’t know, but I’m glad he does. It makes me feel almost like when things were, before the summer.”“Before the summer, we were best friends. JUST best friends,” I clarified. “We’ve still got a lot of talking to do, but we’re making progress.” I stopped and slapped a hand to my forehead. “God! Now I DO sound like Victoria.”That made most of the table laugh. I explained that Victoria was Dr. Spencer’s.