Even though I know you’ll be home with me soon, I can’t help but allow myself to wallow in self-pity for a moment. Cuddling with your pillow and b...anket is a very poor substitute for your body. I don’t sleep well when you’re not home. I wake up at least once a night unconsciously seeking you out in the dark. The moments before attempting to fall asleep are simply awful. My body quietly yearns for yours. In the quiet, I attempt to comfort myself with touches of my own fingers and memories of. So, I remained a good boy till I get some signal from her before I make my move. She went inside the kitchen to prepare food. I wanted to help her and also enjoy watching her deep navel and cleavage but without her signal it's nt good for our relationship so I was watching TV. She caught me watching her a couple of times but didn’t tell me anything. I understood that she was missing her husband, and second, she likes me. I gathered some courage and said that she is looking sexy in this saree. I. When I turned to discover why she slapped my ass, I then noticed that Henrietta was now naked. Well, almost naked. Naked if you did not count the huge strap-on dildo jutting out from her pussy. And, it appeared that I would be the recipient of her sexual ploy."Not so fast, pussy boy," she commanded. "Drop your clothes and bend over the desk."I knew that there was no escape. Or, maybe I didn't want to escape. But no matter what the reason, I obediently bend over and prepared for her pretend cock. “Fuck yourself with it. Slowly.” Cynthia’s finger begins to slowly glide in and out of her tight asshole. Her breathing increases. I can see the tight pucker grasp the invading digit. I long for it to be my cock. But the available opportunities for pleasure are so many. “Enough. I want you to make yourself come. Show me how you pleasure yourself. But keep your eyes on mine.” Cynthia’s legs return to the bed. I move my chair forward, to the edge of the bed. I want to see, hear and smell.