Something stirred inside her, something she hadn’t felt in a long time, as she watched him walk toward the garage, sander in one hand and orange ext...nsion cord in the other. Finding the outlet, he plugged the cord and the sander in. ‘So this is the desk, beautiful wood. It’s going to look great when we’re done,’ he said, smiling. The sander started whirring and he moved it across the desktop. ‘Here, want to try?’ ‘Sure,’ she said as she took the sander, making small circular movements on the. Do you think you can stay here without me?" I don't know. I want to but I'm not sure if I can." Do you want to try? If it hurts you then go, but if not then you can stay for a while. But no swimming! You can't go into the water unless I'm here with you. Promise?" Okay. I'll try. And no swimming until you come back."I dried myself off and made a door not far away. As I got to the door she called me."Jimmy!."I turned back. "Yes, Amy?" Thanks for playing with me. It's been a really long time." My. "Thank you Monica," I told her. It was now expected that I thank her for so many of the things she did for me, including my whippings and my servings of cum or pre-cum in this case and for my new panties.Monica went into her bedroom, it was no longer both of ours, and stripped out of her clothes. "Come in here bitch and make me feel good," she ordered me, and I rushed to comply, knowing there was likely a good fucking in it for me. I parted Monica's cheeks and began worshipping her beautiful. ”I snorted. “Yes, that’s all very intellectual, but can we please get our minds back into the gutter?”Marta smiled at me, then cast her eyes down, “As you wish, my Lord.”“First, Sammi: sit down. I’m not going to strain my neck talking up to you. You must be four inches taller than I am.” She sat on the bed and looked up at me.“Now, you are not to touch yourself without Missy’s explicit instructions, understand?”She looked less thrilled about that. “What, you mean I can’t masturbate?”“More than.