Yeah….yeah….I’m cumming…..aaaaahhhhhhh….aaahhhhhhh….aaaaaahhhhhh…..shit, yeah…..fucking amazing……aaaahhhhh….keep going…..aaaah...hhhh….”Watching them in action, and hearing her exclamations of pleasure, I launched into my own warm, tingly orgasm, as I pulled on my rock hard nipples with one hand, and pinched my sensitive clitoris over and over with the other.While I enjoyed my second climax of the evening, I watched out the window as Adam sucked a nipple into his mouth, grabbed his date’s hips. We were both naked and I was slowly thrusting between her legs. Old readers will remember that during sex we liked to talk dirty to each other and that started very early on in our relationship. She had spent the morning cutting up an old denim waistcoat and turning it to a sun top. On my instructions she had cut so much material off that it had turn out a little too daring for her but she looked really great in it when she modelled it for me. The dialog below is obviously not true, word for. I tell her all about my next test to examinate her sexual servitude to me. I will tie you up in bed, first only virtually.I hotly hope she can stand this trial. She as well, as she knows that if she fails, I really tie her up to start from afresh.I order her her to position herself in the middle of her big bed and strech her arms and legs towards four corners.I put a few pillows below her belly to raise her hot bottom up and expose her tight twat even more to any assault.I hit her thighs first. "Now my dear, I must apologise for what happened this morning, I'm sorry if Colleen and Bridget frightened you when they followed you... why did you show yourself to them after you'd given them the slip?" He asked.Veronica remembered the conversation she'd had with her daughter that morning and was interested as well.Sandra kept watching Sir Bartholomew before answering, "I was going to stay hidden until they left... but then one of them mentioned your name and I knew that it would be alright.".