Having massaged the young men`s ego`s she stood and suggested that they started here on the kitchen table, as “it would feel basic and crude!” and...they could move on to her bed later ! Jerome caught her in his arm s and kissed her hard, crushing his lips to hers in a most satisfying way, his great gorilla paws finding her bust and squeezing her like putty. They soon broke the embrace and she gasped for air then stooped to slip down her panties from under her costume, throwing the wisp of black. Tell me, how wet is your cunt?” Susan was very aware that she had been getting wetter as she endured Bill’s treatment. In fact, since there was nothing on under the rain coat, she was sure the stool would be wet when she got up. “It’s very wet, Sir.” “What is very wet, slut?” Susan tried to answer as quietly as she could. “My pussy is wet.” “Slut, you don’t have a pussy. You have a cunt. Ladies have pussys. Sluts have cunts. Now, what’s very wet?” Susan could feel the red in her face grow. While you wait, I want you vibrating at max. and rubbing your clit hard enough to orgasm,” he continued as he gently kissed her on the cheek. She blushed at what he was going to have her do, but she also felt a rush of pleasure as she walked quickly to begin performing the tasks he had set for her. A keen observer would have noticed a twitch in her walk and orgasm lubrication trickling down the inside of her left leg as she went.When she got to the bathroom, the left hand stall was taken and. She opened the front door and picked up the Sunday paper that was thrown near the front walkway. Of course the plastic was wet, since it seemed the delivery kid always missed the mark and tossed it directly in the damp lawn covered in morning dew. Yuck she thought, picking it up gingerly, removing the clear plastic and balling it up in her hand, before entering the house so the water wouldn’t drip and leave a knowing trail on the hardwood floors. Laying the paper out on the kitchen table,.