It was all l could do to stop myself from rubbing myself on his leg. I was aching to kiss him but knew l couldn’t, my husband was upstairs. It was o...vious to me that l still loved him and craved to have him in me, this was a big mistake, inviting him over to stay. O god l could feel his cock hardening whilst we hugged, l still mean something to him to. I moved away picked up the brandy’s, handed him one and went and sat on the settee, he came and sat down to. . ..Of ik het zaad van haar kut wilde likken. Tenslotte moest alles weer schoon. Zij riep keihard: "Nee! Ik wil meer zaad. Laat de butlers eerst zelf klaarkomen op mijn kut." De man knikte en ik haalde mijn lul uit mijn broek en begon te trekken.. Vlak voor haar kut.. Maar haar hand nam het van mij over en dirigeerde mijn lul zo haar natte kut in. Terwijl ik ritmisch op en neer ging werd de man alweer gepijpt.. Blijkbaar genoot hij ervan want ik zag hem al weer schokken.Zijn tweede lading kwam nu. The stinging wasn’t going away, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant either. I felt the girls brushing against the halter. I checked quickly, but not quick enough. THWACK. “Hands on the table!” THWACK. Yup, they were a little stiff. I resolved to have a chat with them about when they choose to show up. Although, they kind of forced me to admit that I kind of liked this. Maybe. A little. THWACK. “Do you have a boyfriend?” THWACK. Not any more, I told her. “Shame.” THWACK. “Tits too small?” I almost. So that’s what started me on the path of being much less afraid to take action. I understood why those other customers avoided the counter during his spittle-producing rage, but I decided I would never leave someone in a similar position, and I have done my best to live up to that.What I call my first official ‘save’ was actually on a running trail just outside of town. I was jogging and passed a girl who had broken a chain on her bike. She kept nervously looking over her shoulder as I.