"He'll need looking after" blistered through her mind.Frantically scanning the room, she noticed for the first time there was a sink in one far corner... She ran to it, "Let the taps work, please let the taps work". Water gushed freely as she spun the tap open. "Thank you, thankyou thankyouthankyou". She wasn't even aware she had spoken aloud.There was no cloth, no container, no sink plug. She stood, again scanning the room for anything useful. There was nothing. Just Sam.She looked down at. But there was always a first for everything and Layla savoured the MILF's sweetness. Layla felt a different kind of power. Unlike the Domme thrill she usually felt when she crushed some powerful unsuspecting woman, she felt a different thrill as she brought this shy, insecure woman to an orgasm. As expected, it took less than a minute to get The MILF off the first time.Clara was already leaking a bit, but when her orgasm was triggered, her juices flooded out like a dam that finally burst. She. Janie waited patiently for her appointment. She stared at a copy of Vogue magazine but she saw nothing. She felt a huge void filled with butterflies in her stomach and seriously considered abandoning her quest to find help.A phone rang, the receptionist answered it. She smiled at Janie, “Dr Richardson will see you now,” she said sweetly, “Through the door, second on the right.”Janie obeyed instantly, she placed the magazine back on the rack and opened the door. A nonde*********** corridor,. Finally, I stood up and said I should go. She quickly moved off the bed and stood too as I got to the door. Before I touched the handle I looked back to see her kind, beautiful face, staring at me with longing for something more. Without a moment of hesitation we simultaneously wrapped our arms around each other and locked our mouths together. Our tongues explored each other's mouths as our hands explored each other's bodies. All the while we slowly inched our way back to the bed. One of my.