Unlike the very unpredictable male, my trusty middle digit is always, ready, it's never tired, it never wants to talk when it's over, and ...est of all, it doesn't think of me as a slut, or at least I think it doesn't! I'm thirty two years old now, but I still manage to get off with my own hand at least once or twice a week, that's eighteen years of pleasuring myself when I felt the need arising! What was strange about this very natural phenomena, was how I. Judy watched my every lick and wallowed in my discomfort. She held the whip in her right hand and threateningly played with the cord on my raw and scarred shouldersIt seemed to take forever but Judy did not mind. Her total power over me thoroughly delighted her and the longer it lasted the more she liked it. I had systematically gone from her high heel on the right boot, up the leg, down the leg of the left boot and finished with the heel and they shone brightly in the light from the brazier. I. She laughed too and hit him on the arm playfully So wheres the wife, shouldnt you be having a vacation with her? He shrugged and his grin went down a little nah, shes busy with work&hellip,but its ok, this is a good chance for me to get some alone time and do what I like for a week. He then sparked into life But what am I saying, you must be thirsty girl, come in and I ll get you something to drink, he said as he started walking towards his house. She didnt exactly have a choice so she followed. So, what happened?”“I’d taken some of your special salve in to work with me. I knew you wouldn’t mind. Half way through the morning I went to the Ladies and put some on which helped a little. I was almost finished, just rubbing the last little bit in. I never heard the door open. First thing I knew was a “oh my god what happened to you?” It was Marie who sits at the next desk to me.”“She caught you with your panties down?” I said mockingly.“I pulled them up and pulled my skirt back down.