Before I left, I told Ms.Purdy about our peeper. She laughed and said, "I'll get even with her next class." I wondered what she had in mind but didn't...ask. As you can imagine, I felt like I was in heaven. I was being paid to expose myself to a room full of women, and got a blow job after each class to boot, with promises of better things to come. If that's not heaven, what is it? I was horny all the time and jacked off each night pretending I was masturbating in front of the class. At the. " Good. My boyfriend is cool. Really cool. I hope you're ok with that." I'll pretty much do anything you can think of." Head? You give head?" Yeah." Good. 'cause that's where we're going. You better not let me down!"Now I think I have more questions than answers but she will definitely make this happen. 20 more minutes till 9:30. She hasn't even seen or mentioned this to her boyfriend. Not a problem. It happens or it doesn't. I don't care.She picks up her phone and super casually texts. In a. We kissed as he felt my tight arse. ‘I can’t wait,’ he smiled. ‘Neither can I,’ I whispered. I shifted myself off him, turned around and squatted over his face. ‘Do you like the way your wife’s smelly panties stretch my tights?’ I said, feeling my arse. ‘It’s so tight! Look at how the light catches the sheen!’ I looked over my shoulder and sighed. Boston smoothed his hands over my shiny bulges and admired them in awe. His cock was rock, rock hard. I placed my arse carefully on his face and felt. She wriggled against her bonds, trying franticly to free her arms, but after a minute she gave up and lay still, tears tracing lines down her cheeks. He admired the sheer breathlessness of the moment - her mammoth, pale, nude body lying there on his bed, hands tugged back behind her back by the same ties that pulled her ankles back toward her wide, fleshy hips, quivering all over as she sobbed to herself in pain and distress. He sat down next to her, stroking her shoulders and back,.