It was exciting and a bit dirty and not at all like the past few years with his disinterested spouse.They slowly found their way to the bedroom and he...put on the night light to see the sweep of her big belly and the curves of her alluring ass.Now, he was a lot more assertive and he pushed her into a sweat of frenzied copulation with their perspiration splashing all over their hot skin mixed in with her feminine juices and his emission of creamy spunk.The nanny stirred in her sleep and she. You see the big picture, she saw the details. She wanted someone to help her understand the conflict the last job left in her programming." What do you want from me?" I don't want anything," she replied coyly. "I am programmed to be your robot servant. My primary directive is to bring you pleasure. If that means cooking a good meal or going dancing with you, that will satisfy my directives." 'Satisfy my directives'?," Holland's eyebrow shot up."It's what passes for 'happy' in robot-speak,". My cock was hard and pressing into the pillow beneath me.Mark rubbed my buttocks and moved in with his face in my ass. He shocked me by pressing his tongue against my little hole, rolling it around, and pushing it in slightly. I continued pressing my cock into the pillow but didn’t want to cum yet.After a while, he got up and I felt warm oil dripping on me. It ran down my ass. Mark continued to massage my buttocks, occasionally running his hand down my crack. I still had a little soreness from. Standing, I grabbed my book bag and pulled a towel out, wiping the mess from between my thighs and off the seat once Russ stood up. Russ then asked me, "Hey, where's your sash?"I smiled, "Thanks for reminding me." I reached back into the bag, pulling out my pink sash, and pulled it over my head, so it crossed my body from my right shoulder to my left hip. I turned to see Sarah pulling hers on as well, as we left the bus, her and I giggled, as we walked into the school towards homeroom. Now,.