He watched her face, so beautiful and perfect, as she rode him, and he could feel himself swelling larger inside her. He could feel the rush that mea...t orgasm wasn’t far away rolling up his body. She hissed and raked her nails down his chest, shuddering like a leaf in a tornado, and whimpered out, “Master, may I cum, please, may I cum, Master, please?” Her words were a rush, a garbled semblance of a sentence, thick with the emotions and sensations she was feeling. “Yes, baby, you can cum…cum. I wiggled down the length of the bed so I was sat on the edge, directly opposite the mirror. “Hello, pretty,” I said to myself.You have to love yourself. I learned that early on. If you don’t love yourself, you can’t expect anyone else to love you. That’s not to say I think I’m perfect. Far from it. I’m really critical of my appearance; but working in theatre requires confidence, and you have to work with what you have. So I stared at my reflection in the mirror, checking out everything I. He seems to have his own agenda and interests, and Mary meekly goes along. I hope she eventually gets back to work - she loves that job"!"Well, I'm not too worried yet. Let's see how it goes for a while."I brought in my suitcases and put them in the bedroom where my mother had already put the boxes that I had shipped."Let's have dinner, and then I'll show you some of Poughkeepsie. I'll arrange to take tomorrow off, so we can go out to dinner and see more of the area." OK, Mom, that sounds. "You are sexy as hell."Soon his pants were around his ankles. I so badly wanted to check out his ass but neither of us could turn much or get around each other at least not with the effort we could at the moment. I nestled my face on his chest and soon I was kissing his nipples making them stick through his shirt.With oozing relief I felt him put his hand inside of my dress pants and his fingers which were so warm slide up and down my cock. It was intimate and he knew how well pre-cum would.