..I prefer Katie.” “Well...Katie it is then. Nice to meet you Katie. I am Richard...a colleague of your fathers.”Sir Richard Ormsby-Gore, eminen... Barrister and a senior partner in the chambers of which my father was a partner, held out his hand, and I shook it. As I did so, I noticed his gaze flicker up and down, as he took in the details of my appearance...my long, blonde tousled hair falling around my shoulders in an untidy, just got up fashion...my cheap cotton T shirt, which clung to the. That's it ... now we need to add a little milk ... that's right ... perfect!"Sarah pulled a little face as she kneaded the gluey, doughy mixture ... and tried to ignore Sam and what he was doing at that moment!Half an hour later she had an oven tray loaded with motley looking doughy mixtures on it, and on Sam's instructions she put them in the oven and set the timer for twelve minutes."See ... I knew that you could do it!" He sat down smugly at the kitchen table, and Sarah just threw him a. I felt that first spurt, not just the twitch of his cock, but the fluid, the stream of cum suddenly filling me. And, I went back over another edge and on top of my present orgasm I crashed into another, one orgasm on top of another. This time, though, my body couldn’t support the effort and my arms collapsed as the shaking rendered them useless.My face was planted into the ground and my breasts pressed into the grass and dirt, being pressed slightly forward and back by the urgent and powerful. Canfield sees me and says I won't get much information by holding the clipboard up to my navel. So I raise it, and of course everyone turns around to see what he's talking about, and they see my pants bulging. At least I think they did; I heard giggles and snickers.So I'm embarrassed, and you know how I blush. Well, I mean, I know how I blush. Bright red, like a traffic light. I don't know how I managed to make it through rounds.But I did, and by the time we were done -- a couple of really.