You seemed to enjoy that earlier.” Again, I felt close to tears. Every time I thought I had resigned myself to my fate, Catherine shoveled a new hum...liation onto me. But I’d sworn myself that I’d see this through. After all, it was only until I had the money for my own flat. So I bent down to start my task, one hand buried between my legs, and started to lick the first noodle from the floor, closing my eyes and trying not to think about what else my tongue might be picking up. Thank god it was. There was something about Temple that made me feel — giddy. Believe me, that wasn't a feeling I was used to. It wasn't even that I hadn't had a much younger lover, although thirty years was the widest gap. Well, not exactly. It was the widest gap with me being the older one. There was this professor in college and that gap was a wee bit wider. All those errant thoughts blew right by the part of me still racking a list of why this was a bad idea. I knew it was still adding things up, but once I. I make sure to make eye contact with my mistress as I get double teamed. Her camera never turns from me. Anthony spanks my ass, grabs my cheek hard with his hand to hold me steady and plunges the rest of his nine inch plus cock into my ass. I feel relieved once his pelvis pressed against my ass. "I am impressed my little slut," Zosia says during her thrusting into my throat. "His entire cock is inside you. I knew you could take it!" I moan around her cock and nod slightly. "Now fuck him!" Zosia. I couldn't believe how many styles there were. Then, she explained about other foundations we might wear: girdles, briefers, corsets and torsolettes. She had me remove my slip and skirt and then wrapped a cincher around my waist and in minutes, my tubby stomach had become a tiny 24" waistline! The rest of her discussion that morning consisted of familiarization with all types of lingerie; what it was, how to wear it, when to wear it and how to take care of it. She was finished a little before.