Running my tongue through it, over it, wanting it. Master, put the leash on the collar and with one finger motioned me to follow him. I did not need ...o be told, I knew I was going to go wherever he went. We went upstairs to a bedroom. He sat in a chair, I kneeled at his feet. His boxers were still on, covering him. I wanted to see him. I moved to rest my head on his knee. I inched closer, until I knew he could feel my breath hot, against him. He reached down, pulled out his cock and I. ’‘But the girls..’ Ms Wood tried to defend herself but the verbal assault continued.‘In fact, Jo here, would like something of an apology I believe.’ Mr Webley gestured to the right of the room. There sat Jo, a former student of Ms Wood.Jo wore the uniform she’d been instructed to by her terms of employment contract. A short (and some would say far too short,) grey skirt that just about reached the seamed, fully fashioned, stocking tops. A white blouse that barely concealed a magnificent 36DD. "We are ready for them" Betsy said, "Barbara is my cousin from Boston. That's all they need to know. After all they haven't the minimal idea what's happening inside the house." You better keep your shades pulled down if you are going to neck in the living room" I joked."You know Art, he is right" Betsy was a bit concerned."And, what are you going to do when you are invited some place?" my always practical wife asked."We'll go as a trio whenever possible; in fact if we can't then we won't go.". "That's the most insane thing I've ever heard."I hoped she did not get angry…"So sexy," she smiled."Do you think it is possible to borrow Sven one night?" she asked me."I can ask," I said.I sent Sven a text message right away and wondered if he would come over for a visit. Sven was the boy next door and he was one year older than me.Ten minutes later he was there. We went into my room. He seemed a little horny, because he wanted to make-out right away. After he had squeezed my tits a little.