).She slipped easily under the shower and let the warm water cascade over her tired body, yet her mind was anything but tired, in her mind she relived...the events of only a few hours ago and found herself playing with her own cunt. Half an hour and three climaxes later she wrapped her warm body in a bath sheet and slipped out of the bathroom and into her bedroom. She dropped the towel and lay on top of her bed, she knew what she had done was disgusting but she felt more alive now than she did. With a loud moan, she started squirting on my floor.We both were breathing heavily and tears were rolling down her eyes. She looked at me and smiled with those teary eyes. She asked me to remove my dress and I did in a flash. She began to suck my . I was sitting on my couch with my legs spread. She was kneeling on the floor and sucking my dick.She rolled down my foreskin in between and was concentrating on my tip. I was in seventh heaven and this made me moan too. In about fifteen minutes, she. I was sure Dad would want me to look around for ideas they could use at his golf and tennis club. One thing I liked was they had a locker room manager. The locker room itself was very old fashioned, but they had attendants to make sure things were picked up and there were plenty of towels. Dad shared with me that the women's locker room constantly needed to be straightened up. I would bet if they had an attendant it would stay neater.I had time to calm down, so I went to the President's Room. A. Is that understood?"What was there to say? I just said: "Yes. I understand completely."She leaned over and kissed the hard plastic of the cock cage that surrounded my still straining penis. "It'll be good for you to have to be patient about all that jacking-off I know you USED do!"She emphasized the phrase 'used to' deliberately, and I understood that I was about to embark on a very different regime for all that; and though excited by that possibility, I was also uncertain if I really could.