‘The slave begs permission to have an orgasm,’ I cried, trying to hold back my pleasure as she continued to thrust the phallus between my legs. Ma...ame gave me another round of pinches to my tight nipples, which drew forth another set of sharp cries. ‘The slave may have an orgasm,’ Madame agreed, digging her fingers into my breast as she doubled the force of the phallus within me, pushing faster and harder into my depths. It was not long before my orgasm raged through me, as I groaned her name. Tyler continued to brush me under my skirt as he gently grabbed the elastic. Gently he pulled a pair of panties (panties?!) off of me. I moaned again, the feeling of soft silk running down my legs arousing me even more. Something was definitely wrong here. But what was it? Why couldn't I remember? His hand went up my skirt again and this time I felt his fingers on my flesh. It felt odd down there... different somehow. His fingers danced over my flesh, pushing and playing with two folds of. The closer I got to home the darker my thoughts became. When I turned onto the street our street I saw a cab parked at the curb in front of my house and I wondered about that. Even if the driver would have helped Herb get Wendy into the house he should have been long gone by now.I have absolutely no idea what made me drive past the house and park down the street, but I did and started walking back. I circled the house, looking in all of the downstairs windows, but I couldn't see anything. I let. When I had first started lusting after her she was a couple of years younger and fuller-figured, but it was clear that she had since been working out, her physique toned, and lean, but still retaining her perky and full breasts. A gust of wind blew her skirt up, she gasped out loud and I got a view of her magnificent ass under a lacy thong. I heard some students coming so I did the gentlemanly thing and quickly held her skirt against her round ass. She looked over her shoulder, saying, ‘Thank.