The hours till morning seemed to drag; there was no respite from the constant aches now wracking her body. Each minute seemed to last an hour as she t...ied so desperately to relax and rest. The buzzing in her cunt also prevented her from sleeping and it began to feel like three separate vibrating sources were centred inside her, all slowly leading her to a most wonderful powerful climax. Just before the two guys disappeared, their last acts were to each place a bell clip on each of her nipple. “Clean your wife’s panties with your tongue!” he said.I looked at Diana. She nodded. I placed the flimsy garment in my mouth, sucking off the strings of salty sperm mingled with her essence. How wonderfully degraded it made me feel. Panting and moaning, Diana hurtled ever closer to an orgasm of her own. “Oh God! Oh fuck! Don’t stop! Make me cum! Please?!” she pleaded as he rubbed her clit, pinched her nipples, and bit her neck.Burying her face in the pillow, she screamed as her orgasm swept. "I knew by now she wanted it as bad as me, but she was so stubborn that I knew she wouldn't let me fuck her until I'd told her the truth. I began telling her in full detail exactly what happened. When I got to the part where the assistant pulled out his cock, she grabbed my own and guided it inside her. I carried on with the story as I humped her, finding that reciting it all to her made it even more exciting."God you're such a pervert," she said, locking her legs around me and holding onto my. His curiosity was aroused further, when the severe Ms Roberts gave him the sort of smile he thought her incapable of, before reverting to type. She also said that they would have fun, as well as hard work. Quite what Ms Roberts idea of ‘fun’ was, Kenneth gave up speculating. It probably involved conjugating a verb, or rooting out dangling participles in Jean Paul Sartres. Ms Roberts completed her work for the firm at the end of that week. It had been agreed, between her and Marjorie, that she.