I thought I heard him mutter something like ‘Freakin’ awesome’ under his breath. The song that had been playing when we entered the room complet...d and the next one on the play list began, this one even more romantic and slow—some sort of duet. The plodding melody was jarringly inconsistent with the increasingly hectic pace of Yolanda’s movements as she neared climax. Sam’s face had that glazed look that told me he was trying to keep from ejaculating before Yolanda was done. I leaned close to. It was an extremely hot and dry summer’s day and we headed for the river to cool off under the shade of the willow trees that grew on the banks. Soon our shirts were off and again I could not help but notice the bronzed black upper torsos of my friends. Someone found mud and we were soon smearing this on our bodies to cool down. They teased me and said that now with the black mud I looked like an African boy. My reply was that I did not have their strong build. The mud soon dried and we. She stopped, blushing, and said, “I’m very sorry sir, I just found it in that bag.” He moved round to the chair by the desk and sat down. “It’s no problem Dawn, please carry on with what you were doing.” “Please, Sir,” she said. “I would rather not.” He looked at her, lying on the bed in her white stockings, short skirt and high heels. “It wasn’t a request.” He said. “It was an instruction. I want to see you fuck yourself with that vibrator. And I want you to imagine it’s my cock, and I want. After watching me getting carried away as I played with my tits for a while he reached between my legs and flicked and rubbed my clit with his fast moving fingers. When I started to cum gripping hard around him, sucking at him and going down hard he called out 'fucking hell fuck fuck fuck' until I had almost finished but before I could get my breath he pushed me off and over so I was face down and he could mount me and trap me between his leg. He put his hand on the back of my neck held me down.