Why was that? She loved George, he was a good man, he had helped her raise their children, he had provided nicely for her and she had everything she c...uld ever dream of. So why did she feel the urge for other men? ‘Simple, I settled down too young, I have slept with five men in my entire life, well four, other than George. I want more.’ She thought. ‘I want to experience the way other men have sex, and they all fuck differently.’ But was it really worth it to blow all the years of trust and. Totally beyond the rules but she agreed that it would’ve worked and gave us all the A and Troy got extra credit anyway.”Mander smiled. Helen smiled too as she realized what he’d just done: Taken a load off her by letting her tell a story about the best friends who shared the secret of mind control with her. She gave a tiny nod of thanks before they got back to business.“We have to hope he’s got a plan for it; that he’s not just going to start randomly bombing night clubs and casinos.” Helena. He said “see jimmy just relax. You’re a good cock whore. That’s why you put on this outfit. You want to be used like a cheap cheer leader whore.”He was right. I did want to be used. And after a few minutes my asshole began to relax and accept Mr. Robinson cock. He sensed my growing familiarity and started to pull his cock out and reenter. Slowly at first but steadily picking up pace. After some time his speed increased and he really began to fuck my ass. My cock was rock hard, my eyes were. I shiver with delight, and help you untie my dress and slip it off. We do the same with your shirt, so we are both clad only in underwear. We lie down on the nicely made bed, and start to kiss even more passionately. Your hands eagerly reach my panties, and the thin strips that go around my thighs, and slip it down the length of my body, kissing down my chest, around my taught nipples, across my stomach as you go. You lick around my most sensitive area, but never actually touch it, teasing me..