They traced the rise and fall of each other’s contours, pressed moistness against moistness, and let saliva penetrate and lubricate their most intim...te places. Fingers probed and slid in ways that only a woman’s fingers can achieve. All the while they might have been doing these same things to me. I felt it all within me. I could hear their breathing despite Track 4 (or was it 5 or 6?) that was now playing. It was powerful and urgent breathing that rose until a long and heartfelt moan. After a great deal of laughing as each rider fell over at least once, they started to get a feel for the effect of weight shifts while riding and turning. No one was hurt, and in general, they seemed to get the hang of that part of the training. Now came the hard part: Teaching them to counter steer and find just the right amount of pressure to exert on the handlebars without pushing themselves over the top. I started them out with just a small amount of pressure. I had each lady sit on their. Afterwards we headed back to the car and off home.Once we got home I told Jack to get his chastity belt out so I could put it on him, but he had a hard on so I sent him to the bathroom to release himself. When he finished I lube up his cock and placed the chastity belt on and locked it. "Well then here we are you all locked up and me with the only key I will have to put this in a safe place where only I can find it." I said. Next I made Jack massage my feet clean the house and make my dinner.. " Gail," Atwood interrupted her as she carried a stack of files from the workroom to her new desk. He followed her through the newly completed doorway that connected his old offices with the new office space."Yes, sir?" You know, you have created a mystery that I am compelled to solve. I'm too old for this. I wish I were fifty-two instead of seventy-two. Well, hell as long as I'm wishing, I'm gonna wish for thirty-two. I can't ask for anything younger or I wouldn't have Olivia. I've been moving.