" Christ!" I hissed again. I looked at Isabelle. She gave me a slight nod. I stood up and offered her my hand."May I ask where you think you're going?... the judge called from his bench."Uh, yes, your honor. I'm taking my daughter to a restroom." Sit down! Bailiff, escort Miss Perez to a restroom. Make sure she returns here."Isabelle winced at being called her hated last name, but she was very brave. She gave me a hand signal that meant hang loose, and then walked off with the bailiff."Hell..." I. K's head rocked from side to side, and I could imagine her shaking her head in week protest to their youthful pumping. But the look of serious concentration on her pleasure. Even though I'd heard it countless times before it still made my aching hardon throb more hearing her say " It feels like a teacup full of cum in me." and she ask if they jack off in their showers thinking about her, and that a B will get them the same reward at finals if they want it. By the first 40 minutes they had. He pushed his finger in me and I was already wet by now and ready for anything! He led me upstairs to his bedroom and we both layed on the bed. He went down on my pussy and while my eyes were closed and I was busy concentrating on him doing that, I felt another guy push something against my lips. I opened my eyes and Scott was there with his hard cock on my lips. I opened my mouth and let him stick it in. I began sucking on it and I could feel him tense up and thats when I got my first taste of. I’ve heard the expression ‘pussy-whipped’ to describe men whose wives or girlfriends control them completely through sex. Well, I became whatever the female equivalent is – ‘cock struck’ might be a useful phrase. I would do anything to keep my young lover in my bed and in my body.It was like a drug; an addiction I simply couldn’t break. In truth it was an addiction I didn’t want to break!My sex life with my husband which had already been failing now became non-existent. Apart from being.