"Cyril lowered his head, "Yes, Mistress," he whispered. "Sorry, Mistress." What do you think Helen, should I punish this excuse for a man?" Yes," Hele... replied instantly. "Give him what he deserves for driving my daughter away." Not him, it," said Karen with a wicked grin. "This doesn't deserve to be called 'him'. Let's call it worm, that's a suitable name for something as disgusting as this."Okay then, punish the worm, make it suffer." Did you hear that worm? Mistress Helen wants me to make. Its been too long and I need you. I anxiously pulled off my clothes. There was a pause while she stood there, then she nodded and climbed into her bed. I crawled on top of her and kissed her. I worked my way down her body slowly squeezing her small breasts. Worked further down, I lifted her oversized shirt and began rubbing between her legs. She held them closed tight, and I worked in to her button with my fingers. Slowly, her legs loosened and opened a little more. I pulled her plain white. Indolently she cupped her left breast in her right hand, causing the silk blouse to play seductive games with her sensitive bud. Her nipple stiffened in recognition of what was to follow.Sighing quietly, Jane flicked her eyes towards the ticking mantle clock. It confirmed what she had hoped, she had enough time to pleasure herself before leaving for the railway station. Her unsteady legs guided her to the bed, each step a delight as her increasing dampness facilitated a most soothing rub from. Perhaps a more outgoing man would be a little more forward, but Jeff was scared that he might ruin their relationship if he tried anything. So for now, he was content to just hug and kiss her.She seemed to especially like it when he just put his arm around her and she lay her head on his shoulder. They would do this while watching movies or television, or even just for the sake of doing it. She had a certain romantic streak to her; she loved little touches and caresses, and Jeff was happy to.