I quickly typed and sent another text, telling him how wet I was with my finger inside my pussy and that he should hurry and help me climax. I told hi... I was relying on him.What went unsaid was implied.I kept myself on the verge of climax and stared at my phone, fingering, waiting, fingering and then I started to bring myself off.The first image of his dangling balls, framed against his thighs and mid-thigh trousers with the toilet cubicle door as a backdrop took me to the edge. The second. However, she discovered that his hands on her head were gripping her very tightly indeed. He'd anticipated she might try doing that, so he was restraining her just enough.She thought, Motherfucker! He is a motherfucker, in more ways than one! Damn him! First he totally humiliates me by making me admit that he owns me, body and soul. Then he wants me to suck him instead of satisfying the burning need of my desperate, hungry cunt! FINE! He knows I'll love that too. But he denies me that also!She. Reluctantly, I said, "OK mom, if you're sure you don't care."That's when fate came knocking.I guess it was inevitable, but I didn't really expect what happened. With the pumping back and forth and my dick and her thighs getting more slippery, my dick slid up and did a full length slide between the lips of her very wet pussy! She gasped and her whole body shuddered. I stopped moving. My hand froze on her tit. Nothing was said for a few seconds. By the amount of heat that was coming from her. “Get me the towel, Reg. I’ll hold on to the bath in the meantime.”He left her, fetched the large towel he now knew was a bath sheet and swung it round her back to wrap her in it. She felt wonderful as he did this, and pulled it tight around her body. There was a bathroom stool nearby, so she indicated she wanted to sit there. Reg helped her over and she sat down in relief.“Shall I leave you to dry yourself, Prudence?”“If you don’t mind, Reg ... thanks.”“I never got around to asking, ‘how’s the.