She felt she was about to orgasm and she pressed even harder and rode him for a few more moments. Then she stopped, pulled back, and reached in the ca...inet for a flesh colored soft dildo. She teased his mouth with it for a minute, then reversed it and put the back end In to his mouth and told him to hold it tightly. She slowly lowered herself down on the fake cock and once again started a rhythm while riding his face. Slowly at first, then speeding up and rocking back and forth, up and down. . We're partners, and Iwon't make a decision this important without having her involved." That's fine; I would be disappointed if you did otherwise. Take yourtime and talk it over with Trish. If you need to, and I expect youwill, we'll get together, and you and she can ask questions. I won'tanswer anything and everything, but I'll tell you what I can." Shemade a wry face. "Besides, it's a chance to avoid my own cooking."Snickers greeted the obvious distaste on the redhead's face. "Goodenough. Do. She bent over to kiss my upturned lips. “Good girl,” she praised and stood, lifting the hem of her crisp pencil skirt. Once again she was naked beneath it, the jewel of her intimate adornment peeking out from between her outer folds. As she leant back against the desk and spread her legs slightly, I felt the saliva flood into my mouth and groaned at the sight of that which I craved a taste of. “Why haven’t you tried to touch me yet, Rachel?” she goaded. “Don’t you like what you see?” I. .I still couldn't explain how Clara's tweet got me into this predicament. The girls never read it, but the moment it went off, they revealed their true colors. Just like the tweet said, they wanted to be bred and they wanted to be bred by me, their tutor.“Mmm, our baby's going to be so beautiful,” Charlotte said as she clung to me. “But we don't have much time. You have to marry me before he's born a bastard. Only a few weeks left. Let's make our marriage official.”I sighed. There was no.