. you name it. But without exception they are polite, considerate and helpful. Somehow, I never seemed to be in the right place to speak to her.I watc...ed her, though. Some people just look sad. Usually, it seems to me that such people walk around as though they've got a little, black, personal cloud over their heads. She wasn't like that. But she had an indefinable aura of sadness. It didn't affect her work. She was polite, thoughtful and helpful whenever I saw her dealing with a customer. But. .. and she realized with disappointment that it was too short. She groaned in frustration and splayed her legs wide out over the bed to give him greater access, but it was no use. In a year, perhaps, he would be long enough... but she needed it right now... at that moment! His jerking cock pistoned into her unceasingly, bringing gasps of lust as his boyish pelvis smacked against her loins, a dull thud sounding with each pile-driving inward fuck. She moaned again... he was bringing her to climax. I was eager to make him happy, I wanted to hold this until he told me to stop. I wasn’t going to stop until he said it was ok. His fingers moved and touched my pubic hair. He followed the line down until his finger tips were just above my clit. I moaned slightly.“Yes. I can feel them now. Do you feel that? Feel your muscles tightening down there? It should move all the way down and if you keep working these muscles you’ll find your able to do so much more. These are important muscles for a. And the wires soldered to the loopof the U on the lock through which the electrical current went throughto zap her clit had been a real difficult task to accomplish. Mistresssent a very low current through those wires twenty-four hours a dayinsuring she was constantly horny, and constantly unable to do a thingabout it.He'd worked to insure that even after the front shield was locked onthe lock's U shaped portion was constantly pulling on her clit, andbar, which in itself was pulling on her.