Fiona and I looked at each other. She had a glint in her eye and I knew what was coming next... Within a few moments, Fiona was wearing the strap-on a...d I was bent over the table. She lubed up my arse (and, I assume, the dildo!!) and I felt it’s rubbery stiffness touch my sphincter.. then she pushed in s-l-o-w-l-y... I did my best to relax but it was a little painful, but not in a bad way. I knew she would take her time and she did. She got it in about four inches and started to thrust gently. Women tried to wake me from my despair. Terrible women, really. I don't know what they saw in me and this place, but all these daughters of the ruling class needed to latch onto a ruler, and I guess I was supposedly available. Except I wasn't. Not my heart. Nothing to latch on there, even if I had any interest in them, which I never would. But when I looked up from my mourning one of them caught my eye. Yes, she had been tossed to me like the others by her royal father, but she admitted it,. It was a Friday and I was close to finish my first week as an employee at a small printing company, I was given a few duties between departments. On the Friday I was helping out in the accounts department, which consisted of two women in their late fifties Margaret and Muriel, also working there was Tracey who was in my year at School and to be honest I had a crush on her for as long as I could remember. I was just about to go to lunch, when Margaret told me that I would have to have my staff. Ich rieb ihn in einer ihrer Heels und roch immer wieder an den anderen. So lang bis ich spritzte. Ich hatte ein schlechtes Gewissen, was hab ich getan? Was war das jetzt? Eines Abends kam ich in die Umkleide als drei Verkäuferinen sich für den Nachhauseweg vorbereiteten. Alle drei echte Frauen in Hochhacken und wahrscheinlich sehr erfahren in Sachen Sex. Das vermutete ich einfach, so wie sie sich bewegten und sprachen. „Hallo, Guten Abend will nur schnell nach den Fenstern sehen“ „Tu das, sagte.