No one was in the washroom when I entered. I went all the way to the back and opened the stall. He quickly signaled me to get in and he shut the stall...behind me, locking it. I sat down on the toilet seat. There was virtually no conversation between us when this all happened. He walked up to my face with his sweat pants on; my head was level with his slight bulge. My instincts from watching porn led me through the motions. This was so surreal. He pulled out his cock for me. It was soft. I jacked. Ididn’t hear her come in and only became aware of herpresence when she opened the door of the study. I waswatching a film, wearing only a tee shirt, masturbatinglike fury and just about to ejaculate. She wasembarrassed, but not as much as I was! She didn’t sayanything; she just closed the door behind her, and leftme alone with my humiliation. She didn’t want to talkabout it that night but she was more amenable thefollowing morning. We were just finishing breakfast. Sheput down. He whimpered and squirmed. “I can’t stand it much longer. Oh, please,” he whispered again. The vibrator in his ass was making it almost impossible to stay in control and her mouth was making him insane. He was sweating and panting and whimpering like a child. He begged again and she smiled, turning the vibrator’s end again to change the setting to high. He almost yelled in desperation to let go and finally cum. She took her mouth from his cock and watched him whimper and squirm, needing so. A mid-calf cotton skirt was teamedwith a loose-sleeved blouse which allowed a tantalising glimpse ofcleavage. Imogene tugged my chest flesh around until I showed arespectable amount of bosom above my forms! A white elastic belt andstilettos completed my outfit, which was accessorised with white beads,bracelets, and gold hoop earrings.Finally Imogene get round to fitting a wig. She spent quite a long timeworking on it and, when she finally declared herself finished and removedthe scarf from the.