"I quicken the pace of my fingers slamming down into my fuck box, trying to go as deep as my tight cunt will allow them to go, grunting with each thru...t. I feel my orgasm building, closer and closer with each plung. I'm watching you, waiting for you to tell me what you want.Then, in a pace that seems as if I'm watching a movie frame by frame, your eyes tilt up to look me in the eye."Come for me".That is my undoing. In a rush that overtakes me, my body explodes. A screaming moan escapes my lips,. The slight bonus was that little Henry only got the treatmentwhen she did turn up. Very slight! He got hammered when she did arrive!I have to admit, it was becoming easier and easier to move and act asrequired. Every day by late afternoon, one of the three would appear andI would be required to prepare them for bed as I've told you aboutbefore. Even restricted by my heels and corset, I was becoming quiteexpert at faultlessly undressing all three of them and getting them intotheir. After careful consideration, she decided to invite Mr. Oliver for dinner. Having seen some of his private paintings, it had been her suspicion that Mr. Oliver was more interested in her posing nude than dinner itself.And sure enough, the first thing Mr. Oliver suggested after accepting her invitation was to bring paper and charcoal for some 'sketch practice' after dinner.Ms. Alsover had also invited Maria and Timothy, and on Saturday evening, the three of them were sitting on the couch,. If she had made any noise I was unaware. I could feel the wetness of her cunt dripping off my balls onto the floor. As she lay before me, I could see her pregnant belly, stretch marks and all. The glorious curve of life within her, I felt ashamed to had just fucked her so hard. She reached across herself and pulled one knee up towards her chest and with her other hand pulled her own panties aside, the air escaping her pussy as she did so. I then, more gently than before, entered her. The d**gs.