Michelle went through the same ritual with Phil's toenails but when she called for her fingers, Phil put her feet on the other side of Michelle's leg ...nstead of across it, and reached between her knees to offer her hands. It had the effect of spreading her legs and pulling her skirt up further.I could see my come leaking down her bottom onto her skirt. God, she was shameless in her depravity. Her shaved cunt was open and plainly visible as she sat there but, I knew, only to me since I sat. I had worn black, flat-soled shoes to work for comfort that day."Please; go on!" I said indignantly."Well you have lovely hair but it should be combed out and worn on your shoulders; your bangs are fine but need to be trimmed so we can see your delightful eyes better." You have a pretty face for a woman your age but you need to wear more makeup. Some eyeliner, mascara and eyeshadow to accentuate your lovely almond eyes, some rouge on your well-defined cheeks, and some nice red lipstick will. On a normal night I would be in my room right now, looking up pornography and punishing myself for enjoying it so much. Maybe I have conditioned myself as to the time. All I know for sure is I am horny as hell. I slide a hand into my pyjama bottoms. I slide it down, ignoring my clit, and sink a digit into my juicy virginal hole. I’ve always masturbated a lot. I think maybe more than most women, but who knows. In all that time I’ve never had more than a finger up there. Mom was always fairly. I retired to my apartment for the evening, hoping that maybe a good night’s sleep would help.As soon as my alarm sounded again the following morning, though, I realized it was not to be. If anything, the pain was worse.Still walking in a slightly stooped position ... and now intermittently grabbing onto the walls ... I forced myself through the workday. I was relieved when Lisa sent me a text telling me she had to work late, obviating the need to come up with another excuse for not working out..