Spank it you bitch. Spank my cunt!!! SPANK IT!!! and she does as my orgasm continues to rebound through me over and over, each slap on my clit driving...it higher and higher while her fingers continue to pump in and out of me. Slowly I begin to come down as she finally stops landing blows on my clit and her fingers slow their pace in and out of me. I let lose a long, contented sigh of bliss. She slides her fingers out of me and once again I whimper a bit to myself. That felt so good. She gazes. One afternoon in session, we were discussing my virtually sexless relationship with my wife. As i expressed my frustration at what i felt was the lack of control over when i got to have sex given my wife was never in the mood, she said i did have control. I could masturbate. She parted her legs ever so slightly in her chair and I began to feel blood rushing to my cock as i tried to peer up her skirt. Fuck, not now, I thought. I tried to casually cover the edvidence of my arousal."It's. It was a really nice feeling. It made her want to masturbate again, but she didn't have much time and master had said she could have one orgasm so maybe playing again would cause her more problems later on. She took the butt plug, covered it in lube and pressed the smooth, shaped end into her arse. It wasn't going in very easily and she could feel herself tensing as she tried to push it deeper. Maybe if she squatted it would be easier.Eva squatted, legs open, in the cubicle. It was much easier. She has an athletic build and petite breasts, her legs are just amazing she has the most amazing smile the kind that just lights up your life. She comes from the same type of family I do but her dad is still alive and she only has one sister . But that does not matter to me. She is the only person who I could ever be myself around. I could let my guard down. I loved her. But I didn’t want to risk our friendship over that. I’d rather be the guy she comes to whenever she needed a shoulder to cry.