”She didn’t seem comforted. “What are you going to do?”“We’re going on a little tour,” I told her, forcing her down the first step. “I...thought you’d want to see it. It was my wife’s favorite room in the house.” At the mention of my wife, her panic rose again. She managed to break from my grip but, turning to run back up the steps, she met the solid wall of my chest. I grabbed her roughly, shaking her until she looked at me. “You can either walk down those stairs,” I stepped towards her, forcing. " My lord Ellen this is so different!" Nobody said it would be easy. When you are here alone. I expect youto do the assignments I give you. That way, every week we can move onto something new."George bent over to pick up his shoes as the session ended. Ellensuddenly became agitated. "That is not how a young lady bends over,your skirt rides up and your panties show!" she barked."Have you ever seen any woman bend over at the waist. No of coursenot. You need to bend with your knees and. She just waited.She so wanted to rub herself some more, no one was around. She spread her legs and ran her hand up her inner thighs and just touched the outside of her panties, which she realized were already wet.Just then, at three forty-five her phone beeped. Caught in the act, she quickly pulled away from herself and picked up the phone.Donald had finally messaged back: You have done fine meeting your deadline and following instructions, but I had hoped you would have finished the task. She feels them contract in her hand and knows he is about to cum with to more quick thrust on his cock keeping it in her throat he grabs her head in the excitement and holds her down as he pumps thick rope after thick rope of cum straight to her stomach. Then he relises she is pushing back and lets her up seeing a smirk on her face he asks if she is ok."Yes I am OK. I think you got a litle over excited about me doing that though." She says laughing at his grining rufully sorry that he said.