.. Sir?" She tacked on his title a bit late. He let it go, given the question."You have been through a lot. I didn't want to push you too much." I was...ready last night, Sir. I tried to let you know by, you know, this." She rubbed her hand up and down his shaft."I wondered about that. But I must admit I liked the feeling of sleeping in your grasp all night long. It could be habit forming." He grinned."I liked holding you, too, Sir," she said shyly. "I could feel your heart beating. It felt warm. I peeked in expecting to see him fucking a girl but to my surprise it was another guy I watched for a few minutes and then left, I got in my car and all I could think of was how I wished that was me. Now it's been a few weeks and I've fantasized about his big cock buried deep inside me almost daily but never did anything about it. Then one evening I was home Brandon was out of town (or so I thought) I was washing dishes wearing a t-shirt, tight booty shorts with a large butt plug inside me, I. What's wrong with you this morning? You're face is all flushed, and you've got a strange look in your eyes." Sorry, I just thought that you said something else", Michelle answered simply."You must be still very sleepy too", Frank said, "You don't normally come to breakfast in your pyjamas on a cold morning."Michelle frowned, as she didn't feel cold, and what Frank said was true. It was a bit unusual for her to wear pyjamas after getting up for the day. Oh well...she'd get dressed later."I don't. I would be looking at him right in the eye and would then slip my finger inside him and smile as I did it. I would then pop him back into my mouth and flick my tongue across the mushroom head. They all liked that. Rimming was popular with them, too. I am good at rimming and while rimming I would be playing with their nipples or their penis, trying to jack them off but all to no avail. Not one of them would fall for an early climax. They seemed to be saving up for something big. By this time, I.