.She brushes out my hair again, tugging at a couple of clumps of... driedsemen, reminding me of my unpleasant encounter earlier... before itreturns to...a smooth cascade of copper. I flush as it gets draped over myshoulder.. I can feel the hair brushing over and against my right nippleand... ooh... why did I choose to have them made so sensitive? She setssomething in my hair... a headband? With a veil behind it? And she hooksanother over my face, well over my nose and mouth like an. Turn around and lean over my desk.’She did as I said, stretching her body over my heavy oak desk, ass pushed out delightfully and arms still stuck behind her back. Undoubtedly torture for her clipped boobs, now with the weight of her whole body pressing on them. I had been dying to get my hands on her full cheeks and finally I could, kneading the firm flesh with a groan. Then with no warning, I grabbed the old-fashioned wooden ruler that always sat on my desk and cracked it across her ass. She. It was not one of the 10”dicks as said so many times and boasted about by so may people, but was an average cock of about 6.5” standing beautifully. It looked more so beautiful against the background of the flat fatless hard stomach with the six pack muscles. She held in her hand and then massaged it for a few minutes looking in to my eyes. Then she went down on her knees and took it in her mouth.She was not one of the best in the art of sucking cock but still she was good enough. The head of. I stepped back into the hallway and walked back downstairs. As I could hear them starting back up a new sex session I snuck out the backdoor and left home.I thought I would let her play this out and figure out the next time they were going to meet again. That night I bought a camera fitted with a special transmitter and hooked them up secretly so I could see when something was going on inside our bedroom…My plan was working perfectly when I noticed a text she got from him talking about coming.