Should I reach under my desk and stroke my needy cunt? No I’d better wait.On the walk home my pussy gushed with cunt cream. I wondered if I’d made...a wet spot everyone could see. I felt my slick cunt lips sliding back and forth against each other. I wanted desperately to touch my cunt, I teased myself by waiting.When I got home and ran to my room, like an addict needing a fix. Pulling off my soaked panties as I entered, having stripped my top and shorts in the hallway. I took a deep breath from. ..---------------------------------Betty breezed into the Kitchen with some pots. "What's keeping youtwo?" We were just discussing the state of the economy," said Paulabreezily.Betty noticed Emma was quiet. "OK Emma?" Yes, just getting used to this." Betty accepted that but wasn't surethat was the whole answer. The evening continued for another hour or so until Jane said "Weladies will take our leave, we have to show these young ladies how toclean up ready for bed."Emma and Paula were taken to. The tapered dildo meant that I never grew accustomed to its girth but experienced my pussy being split apart every time I neared the centre. These tiny devilishly details were all thought out to add to my torment.Soon my muscles began to tire and it became harder and harder to control my movements. I knew if I were to make it through the 40 cycles, I would need to conserve my energy and move faster. But that would mean brutalizing my vagina even more and I couldn't decide which was worse.. And then it came, a huge load of thick, salty semen into her mouth. She swallowed it all and with his sweat dripping on her face she felt a small satisfaction. They unjoined themselves as he went to pour himself a drink, she was on the floor in her dress, a trickle of her own juices running down her thighs.The dim light and nude ass got her again as she stripped herself hastily and ran to him begging to take her. The sight of a powerful woman so vulnerable got him hard and the jiggling breast,.