“Pics for your flight.” Jim scrolled down to see Trisha topless with a flesh-colored dildo hanging between her squeezed together tits. Nipples har...! And she had her tongue out reaching down to touch the tip of the fake penis. He opened the second one. “Try not to think of this when you sit next to that fridged bitch.” below a picture of Trisha’s pussy dripping wet with the tip of the fake cock pressing against her wet opening. “As wet as she is it must really be turning her on to take pictures. Olivia was in agony. One command and she was immobile. No one had ever held her in this state of heightened arousal and control. Olivia was accustomed to being the one in control, the one willingly giving up control when it suited her. This was different. The wetness between her legs began pooling on the leather chair and making her bare skin slippery under her miniskirt. For some reason, she had expected to be the one making her therapist squirm, like with Dr. Hammond. Man, was that guy. This time we kissed madly. Suddenly she put her right hand in between my thighs. I started moving both of my legs closer to each other, in a bid to hold her hand into my thighs. The moment I pressed her hand with both of my thighs, her fingers touched my cock and started rubbing it slowly. This new move really made me hotter than before. My cock was almost aching and pushing harder and harder against the movement of her thumb and fingers. I pressed her boob quite hard and she gave a loud moan,. "He gives her a hug.He rinses off his parts and gets dressed.The tailor does his tailor thing and takes off.Eric goes back to his room and takes a nap.Three hours later the tailor returns. The intercom buzzes."Sir. The tailor is here for you fitting." Thank you. Benson. Tell him I'll be right down."The tux fits fine and he hangs it in his closet.Mary comes up to change the sheets.Eric hugs her and watches her. She finishes and turns."Sir. Will you breed me again, please. I may need more of your.