But they were both under her complete control. She was just weighing and appreciating them, not even stroking or pulling, but it was having that effec.... Brett twitched in her hand, and a drop of pre-cum welled up from Ollie’s tip. Sarah rubbed him with her thumb, smearing it around his glans. Her eyes had become glassy, and there was pink on her cheeks. Sarah had experience, but right now she had about four hundred pounds of revved up football player in front of her. That had to be a treat,. My God I was wrong. As we went inside her house it looked a little bare. In her recent breakup, her ex had taken the TV and the couch. “There’s a TV upstairs." she said. “We’ll have to sit upstairs to eat if that’s okay? I just need to go to the toilet first.” I sat on the side of her firm bed, looking out of the bedroom door across the landing to the bathroom and wondering how to turn on the small TV that sat on the corner. As the bathroom door opened, I almost dropped my box of chips. She was. I had never, in my 52 years experienced such a shattering orgasm. The recent taste of his cum in my mouth, the feel of the man’s cum dribbling over my bottom, the streamers of cum dripping down my face, the feel of licking the small drips of cum from my top lip – they had all contributed to my cumming so hard.But the main thing that had given me such exquisite pleasure was the fact that I had done it all after being told to do so by my Daddy. I had been naked in a public place, been used by 4. I stumbled in and landed squarely on my large leather sofa, quite grateful for a chance to sit down as my red patent leather heels were starting to hurt my feet after a night dancing. I heard the door close behind me as Mr Linton must have left and I closed my eyes in turn, rubbing my temples as I let the drink still in my system wash over me. I undid my bra and slid one arm out of a strap then the next, then deftly pulled the garmet off from my breasts. I emitted a small gasp of pleasure as my.