I could feel her breath there as she sighed heavily.Emma rocked her hips back and forth against my lap as Jess’ index finger strummed her clit. It o...curred to Emma that getting masturbated by Jess with my (rapidly shrinking) cock inside her was a much more pleasurable than masturbating herself at home.I could feel Emma’s perky nipples rubbing across my chest as she writhed on me. Jess’ finger was a blur between Emma’s legs, not that I could see it from my vantage point. Emma’s body against mine. How much does he weigh?" I asked."He weighs forty eight pounds. He really should weigh about fifty five pounds. He appears to be slightly malnourished." she said."Well, I'll see about that straight away," I said."Well he has had all his shots now, so he is good to go. I do need to know his name for the file." the receptionist said.I remembered an old western movie I saw on TV as a child. A woman asked the hero what his dog's name was and he said "Dog."The woman in the movie said, "Yes, what's. He cleaned it well and shaved any hairs that I couldn?t easily get to with the cage on. He would end the session by sticking his finger up my ass and milking my prostate dry. He?d often milk me throughout the month, just to ensure I didn?t come from when he fucked my ass. Tim made sure I served my full time. At this point, he?d accept nothing less than the ten weeks plus three month minimum.?Heads months, tails years,? Tim said as he handed me the coin on the day of the decision. I smiled. Laying back down, she took her other towel, and under the guise of drying a bit of her front off, subtly squeezed her nipples, moaning softly. Repeating the firm pressing motion directly over her suddenly awoken clitoris, she squirmed a bit on her lounger. “What has gotten into me ... it’s just my father!” She was uncertain, but could not deny the reaction of her body. “Perhaps it’s because he’s going to let me be naked ... and even though I told him it was all nudism, I know that it’s much.