"That evening Lucille required the services of my "talented tongue." "Betty's in for a real treat, you know. I wish I had known about this from the b...ginning. When I think of all the years I've missed out on this well? it's a shame, that's all. A real shame." That weekend, Lucille was out again, as usual. Friday she came in about four in the morning and called me in to service her at six. She deferred her bath until later, after a nap. Saturday, she was literally out all night. It was light. He grabbed my left hand and put it on his bulging crotch, I immediately squeezed his cock hard, I could feel that he was already hard. Petrus saw what was happening, he moved his chair closer to me also and started to join the fun with his hands caressing my other thigh. His hands felt so warm that I begged him to fingerfuck me. He didn't hesitate at my request and slide his middle finger inside my wet pussy. It felt like my husband's cock was inside me. At first he move his finger slowly then. I used a variety of gags on the girl over the coming few days. None of them had markedly better effect than any of the others. And, of course, in every case as soon as the instrument of silence was removed, Helena's stream of invective immediately returned. Looking back, of course, my actions were as futile as pushing a cork in a pipe and expecting the water to go away. However, in my frustration at failing to make significant progress with Helena's adjustment, I must confess that I became. And that resulted in more pleasure for me too. I introduced tools to help me where necessary. For example, spanking Penelope DeVere while fucking her ass was a topological nightmare, but it became much easier after I brought in a table-tennis bat.I know I’m not the sharpest knife in the drawer but even I could see something very weird was going on. Working in an environment where most of my co-workers were women, there were a lot of women’s magazines available to read for the asking. They.