Her hand reached between her legs of their own accord and thewoman's knees trembled as all five of her fingers touched her swollenmound. She held her...fingers together, turning her wrist to reach aswell as she could.Senator O'Neal's fingers slid easily between her engorged lips. She'dnever been so wet in her entire life. She buried her fingers past hersecond knuckle. Her hips dropped from the sudden sensation and shealmost collapsed to her knees. Beads of sweat broke out along her browand. Nothing but a pound of flesh to this man. Was a few moments to recover, a few sweet nothings, so much to ask? Will it always be this harsh? Will they always build a wall afterwards? And now he wants to keep my clothes? Why, to make me feel more humiliated? I fight back the welling tears and crave a cigarette. “Miss Carling, I won’t ask you again. You have no further business here. And Miss Jackson has sent word that you’re to remain naked until further notice.” He turns away and begins to put. I got friendly with another guy in the block called Roy. He was aged around fifty and unmarried. I used to get together with him for a drink and I used to help him with paperwork like his tax return. I should have guessed he was gay or bi from the number of times his hand seemingly accidentally brushed against my thigh and bum. One evening when I was at Roy’s he asked me if I’d had girls. I told him about a couple of girl friends, though I exaggerated the stories. He asked me if I was into. I went and deal with the phone call and by the time it was done she was sitting in the lounge with a glass of wine and a silk nightie on but it was more a top really as it finished just on her thigh she asked if there was any films on I said no but choose a video if you want she got up and walked over to the telly and just bent straight down in front of it all I could I see was her peach ass and hairy pussy lips from behind cheeky bitch.I thought right you prick teasing mom you are going to get.