The slave held his head back, making sure the bag hung clear of his body. Tossing the atomiser back into the bag, she then found her cigarettes and li...hter. She took one from the case and lit it. As she returned the cigarette case and lighter to her bag, her slave had to suffer a stream of exhaled smoke in his face. “There,” she said, turning back to Fara, “the scent of Lotus flowers and tobacco is a soothing one, I feel.”Fara smiled. She wasn’t sure that Mary’s slave, struggling to stay still. I can feel the pulsing and throb-bing in my stiff cock and suddenly the thick white juice spurts out – shooting in an arc toward Penny. One gob lands right on her dainty shoe.“Oh!” she cries, startled. “Very well, you may go now – dirty little masturbator!” Penny says sternly.So I scram as fast as I can – but when I get a little way, I remember I left my cap and books. I hang around a while to give Penny time to leave, then I go back. She’s not in the classroom, and the door of the anteroom is. My right hand had moved to her breasts. I slipped my hand underneath the folds of her halter top and pulled both breasts out. Her nipples were wonderfully hard to touch as my fingers involuntarily curled around them and squeezed them firmly.Angela was rocking harder and harder. The car was moving in tandem to her rocking and must have attracted attention in the busy parking area. But we were not bothered as to who was watching. Luckily our car had privacy windows in the rear!We were lost in our. The fog was my friend. Thick and swirling about me like a large grey blanket. Smiling I got closer I could see her face as she saw my top hat and cloak, realising I was a member of the gentry. That and my blue eyes and smile had her relaxing. She was fairly young with auburn long straggling hair. Her body was not bad either from what I could see. There was no kissing I simply pushed her against the wall and lifting her skirts felt her pussy still wet from previous clients my own member.