" But more important is your well-being. How's the arm?" Okay, sir. My wife's a sister and has been taking good care of me."There was a hearty laugh. ...Ah, yes. The fair Rowena. But she's not really a Saxon lass, is she?" No, sir. More a Celtic warrior queen." I got another laugh."I heard a number of good things about you. From the Wine Growers, the University, the military, and — of course — from the CSIRO. And now this. You're not going into politics, are you?" No, sir. Not a chance of that.. The thing was, I had never masturbated, ever, I swear to God. My friends were more sexually advanced. Some of them had boyfriends others had had, and they all talked about how it was to kiss and make out. Some went as far as telling me about touching the guy’s cock and even fucking. I kind of tuned out when those conversations came up.But, after seeing Luke and Ellie fucking, something had changed in me. The sight of them was so primitive, like two animals huffing and grunting in the heat from. It isn't much but it's a start." Do it," I said. "I'll put one on him this afternoon, if we can find him."It was a few minutes later when Wilson informed me. "Brian doesn't own a car. He lost his driver's license for a DWI last year. He isn't eligible to applied for a reinstatement for a couple of months." Now that is going to make it a little harder. He is doing something to get around. So get me his last known address and I'll pay him a visit," I suggested."You don't want to do that, he knows. Feeling him spreading my wetness up to my clit, he teased me, circling around it, never quite applying pressure where I needed it most.Suddenly he backed off and flipped me over. On my knees, hands still tied to the headboard, I rested my face on my forearms, gently biting my own arm when he pressed up against me from behind. Feeling the rough denim rub against my pussy was amazing. It felt like I was on fire. I know I must have made a mess all over the front of his jeans, but I didn’t.