On a few occasions, she travelled through the house cleaning wearing nothing more than her bra and panties, dancing around to music while she worked i... a horribly predictable cliché. By the end of the day, she regularly found her panties soaked through, and redoubled her efforts to get Pete into the mood when he came home from work. For a few weeks, things seemed to get better, as she threw herself at Pete the minute he walked through the door. Before too long, however, he found excuses not to. Right over my face I saw an enormous black cock positioning itself against her vaginal opening. It pushed and slid inside, stopping a moment before stroking in slow hard thrusts. The huge balls were slapping against my forehead. I sniffed fresh cunt juice. I think it was Bulldog, but couldn't be sure. Cindy was no longer licking me. The fucks got deeper and harder. The cock pistoned. I felt Cindy convulse with orgasm. I scented fresh male semen. The thrusting slowly subsided and they lay there. Once I had the three clips in place and had teased them I then showed them the little nipple clips I had also purchased for their gorgeous nipples. After attaching the clips to their gorgeous nipples they commented on them being visible though the material of the dress, but decided that they would still enjoy wearing them. I walked to the door in my suit, bumping the switch that activated the eggs as I walked to the door. I had three gorgeous excited ladies singing to my heart’s content as they. She was always grateful and rewarded him with a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and told him to write down in his diary exactly how he felt while his face was between her thighs. It was Friday evening and David's fortnightly discipline was due. He bought his diary downstairs and read out what he had written. It showed a young man full of sexual torment and uncertainties. He had recorded almost daily masturbation, and sometimes twice daily, not always at home but in the toilets at work also. It.