Now. Take me home, damn you!"She was a natural blonde. Unless had she dyed her pubic hair too. But he had no attention to spare for inane speculation ...ecause he had to maintain discipline. To keep chanting the poetry. Every time he stopped, she seemed to get distracted, to lose interest. Right now she was kneeling astride him, and the sight of his organ disappearing into the darkness of her, then emerging... made it hard to remember... the cadence... the syllables... but he had to keep. But I need you to submit to my will, just for a few minutes, Sir.”“Any pain involved?”“Not for you, Sir.”“Well, then I don’t see why not. You have my curiosity aroused, pet. I will do as you wish, and address you Milady, for the remainder of your birthday. Okay?”“Yessir. Thank you, Sir. I shall call you »Dude« for as long as you are under my will, then.”“Thank you, Milady. How may I serve you?”She let go of his cock and moved out of his way a little as he got up to sit on his knees. Then she. His office was small but not too small. It was freshly painted for a cleaner, bright and larger look with a desk and a chair to a side and a leather sofa, to give the room a bold and inviting touch. Peeling her clothes, Janet went to occupy the seat on the sofa making Sir have a very boyish grin of sexy greed. He asked Martha to join them both as he also joined Janet and Martha took her clothes off as well. Her fingers grazed her own nipples as she anticipated the coming events. Sir slid his. Slowly as to make the invasion and deflowering a pleasant experience Anne kissed Heather deeply as Heather reached down and shoved the dildo into her cunt. As sharp intake of breath was the only sign of her hymen being broken and a little blood trickled out around the dildo. Anne moved into position and inserted the other end of the dildo deep into her own cunt and clit to clit face to face she and Heather began a dance of pure bliss. Kissing Heather deeply and grinding her cunt against hers.