“Right, young lady, how are we feeling?” Katherine Cook brushed Ellie’s blonde hair back behind her ears and smiled. Ellie paused and thought a...out what to say. “Sore, Katherine.” She tried to smile. “Very sore, Miss Cook.” Katherine continued to stroke the younger girl’s hair before moving her right hand gently right down the younger woman’s back. “Well, I feel I should give you thirteen hundred strokes in all – one stroke for each pound that you owe me.” Katherine stopped stroking. ”“Shut up,” she replied, smiling. She looked over at the wall of books, and asked, “What time do you need to be back home?”“I don’t know, I guess before midnight.”She looked at him seriously. “It’s midnight right now.” She sat up and pulled his shirt around her. “Hey,” he said, pulling the shirt back open and gently squeezing her breast. “I wasn’t done cuddling yet.” He tried pulling her back into his arms, but she pulled back and sat up on the couch. “You have to go.” She was looking around. There were a few people she didn't much care for who were invited because they had to be, but she knew who they were and would interact with them as little as she could get away with.There were a few people, though, who she was genuinely happy to see, and the head of that list was Oma Birgit, of course. In the past year she had aged more than Susan had imagined she would. As soon as they saw each other they started in on an excited conversation in German about the things Susan had done – well,. She added that he could fuck her in front of her cuckold hubby…Suddenly Frank had both his black hands on my wife’s tits, He pulled her closer to start sucking her hardened dark nipples.Ana responded by sticking her hand inside of Frank’s pants…I looked at them and I knew I had to cancel the game for today.Anita was naked now, straddling on my office mate’s lap.She looked at me, whispering it was time for her to lead Frank to our marital bed. Once in our bedroom, the black guy wasted no time in.