Kitty’s other hand joined the first to rub her clit in fast circles as John took the woman on the screen – hard and fast. She could feel the hot p...essure of another orgasm swelling inside her, and matched the speed of her fingers to his fast-pumping hips. On the verge of climax a minute or so later, she barely noticed him walk in the room. Kitty tore off the headphones and struggled to sit up as Mr. Anderson said, “Kitty, what are you doing?” He looked at the television screen, and quickly. She’s standing beside my bed, as she placed her hand on my right shoulder.“Jack?” I could barely hear her and didn’t answer for nearly thirty seconds ... as I counted to twenty-eight.“Yeahhhh?” I whispered, as if I was sleepy.“The others are drinking coffee and talking. I saw Carol slip out of your bedroom and I wanted to come see you without the others in here. Can I get you anything?”“No but my balls are itching.”“Your balls ... Uh, I’ve never even touched Dave’s balls. He told me he was. However, when Elizabeth attacked my clit, I couldn’t hold back. My hips went crazy with the strongest orgasm I ever had. I clamped my mouth over Rebecca’s clit, moaning as Elizabeth’s tongue ran over and over my already swollen clit; my hips bucking and grinding as I continued to let the sweet sensations take over my body. The scent, taste and feel of Rebecca’s pussy in my mouth had my orgasm going much longer than normal. I had never felt such intense pleasure. As it finally subsided, I was. ’ She then added, intriguingly. We moved into the lounge. I sat gingerly in an armchair, careful not to spill coffee on the plush cardinal-red velvet covers. She was on a sofa – her legs folded under her. We supped at our drinks and excitement coursed through my every nerve. She explained: ‘There’s no need to worry – he’s in Dubai… and he won’t be returning for a month… I’m rather naughty for bringing a man back…’ She sucked in air. ‘Do you not think I deserve to be punished?’ How could I.