She often commented on Sharon’s generosity. She even surmised that Sharon’s reluctance to have sex with her slave was a subtle kind of humiliation...she was meting on her, which Sharon chose not to deny, although it was a rather novel notion to her. It also made her popular with her work colleagues, even though it was obvious that they had no idea why it was that someone who had so quickly gained a reputation for her easy promiscuity, which was seen as a great virtue, should be so fastidious as. Once I had gone to her house on a Sunday evening. I saw her son who was just going down. I asked him about his mother but as he was in hurry he just said she is at home. When I reached the door it was open.So I went inside with the thought of scaring my teacher. She was taking a bath at that time. There were no sexual thoughts in my mind at that time. So I kept quiet. After her bath, she peeked outside as to see whether the door was shut or not.But she didn’t see me as I was hiding. She had a. One of Dad’s hands migrated to Laura’s tit, kneading and squeezing her nipple. I could almost hear Laura’s moans above the drone of noise and music.They finally broke apart from each other and we walked back to our table. Kayla surprised me, taking Laura’s hand and tugging, “Come, let’s dance,” she cheerily told her.Laura glanced around, in somewhat a state of shock. I suspect she’d never danced with a girl before. I guess there were going to be several ‘firsts’ tonight. Having a man, not her. After the waiter had left, he slid across the bench seat towards Heather and laid a hand on her leg. Heather smiled, but then her eyes opened wide. Robby had slipped his hand through the slit of the wrap skirt and was caressing her stocking-clad thigh. “Robby!” she protested.Robby simply kissed her, quieting her complaints, and moved his fingers deeper and higher up her leg. Within moments he was flicking a fingertip across her naked pussy lips. “Just checking,” he commented wickedly.Heather’s.