.. but how do you know her?"Automatically, Clara replied, "She was my Mistress."Rhonda paused for a long moment, absorbing Clara's declaration. "You s...id 'was' ... not any longer?" No. She released me several months ago, so that I could be with Jason, and go to school to finish my education." How did you meet? Or, I guess, more appropriately, how did you end up being her slave?"Clara looked quite sad for a moment, and I said, "Clara, it's okay. You're with us, and we're your friends. If you. "My wedded husband has not shown much interest in my charms," she said almost inaudibly.Suddenly, she found her chin in his huge hand forcing her to look up."That may change, Ingeburg. We are learning more about each other with each day that passes. I liked what I saw of you this week." When he continued, his voice was husky. "And I like what I see of you right now."Ingeburg felt gooseflesh and the nipples on her boobs contracted. She stared into his eyes unwaveringly."I am yours to claim,. Turning it off she handed me the keys, then asked if we could go into the backyard.Sitting on the loveseat in the gazebo again, she pushed me into the corner and turned so her back was lying against my chest. She was telling me how wonderful the night had been and how much she appreciated our letting them join Linda and I again as she wiggled her bottom and stretched out a bit more.I told her how the two of them had surprised us when they left Jack and I to skate together, and she giggled.. And the girls with their faces as close to Timmy as possible, nodded in wonder as the metal rod was clearly visible down the front center of his cock.“Wow” said Misha sincerely marveling at the sight.Just before the rod sank all the way into Timmy's cock, Miss Simpson grabbed on to the top of it with about two inches in sight.“Let me pull it out and let it go in again, so you can see if clearly,” Miss Simpson said as she slowly pulled the sound out of Timmy's cock and then let it slowly fall.