It wasn't that big a deal anyway." My dad's in his office. We better get this over with. He and my mom have been fighting since he got back home."We c...me to his office, and Emily knocked softly on his door."Come in." Emily opened the door, and Mr. Carstairs was seated at his desk. "You may leave, Emily. Come in Ken, thank you for coming." I walked into the room, and he indicated a chair behind his desk. If I sat in it, I'd be facing his back. I stayed standing."Did you have a good flight back?". The bed squeaks in agony, as her body dance on and on, her big body trembling, glistening, fucking me like no one ever has.She screams with a full voice, each thrust of her hips bringing a deep moan out of her mouth. I feel my cock, drowning in her juices, inching closer to it's release, as I feel the familiar tingle in my body. I look at her face, wondering what she must be thinking right now.Is it her husband? Is it the first time we met, when I caressed her hand, feeling the sexual tension. More than that, I began to fantasize about medieval instruments of torture, of whips and crops, of canes and bondage. My fantasies became intensely erotic the more I toyed with and abused My little dumbnuts classmates. My little girlfriends became so proud of the powerful orgasms they provoked in Me, little understanding it was not their tongues but My own imagination that sent Me into throes of passion. It was obvious to Me, however, that My small town was not a safe place to play out My wet. This was way beyond an act of duty. My body was reacting to what I was watching. I could feel a tingling in my crotch. My fluids were flowing. My panties were getting wet. I was sweating. My hands were all wet. I wanted to be at that pool party in the video. I wanted to be naked with those beautiful people. When Brenda came into the room she could see my discomfort. “Does this excite you?” she asked. “Yess!” I hissed putting my hands between my legs. “I have a friend that you might want to.