Later that morning I deduced he was dumber than a post, but his mind didn't attract me, only his body. Knowing myself like I did, I took him to the wa...hing machine in the utility room and left him to his task, purposefully putting some distance between us. It didn't take him long to discover the problem, and he stepped into the kitchen where I was seated with a cup of coffee. He informed me it would be cheaper to buy a new washing machine than repair the one we had. I asked if his company sold. ”“Seen all pee-covered.”“And anything else my lady?”“You peeing first thing.”“And how do we know you found it hot?”“I did!”“Physical evidence, my lady. Is there any?”“I’m probably sopping.”Clover inserted two then three fingers. “She is wet, my lord.”“O, I bet she’d be wetter if we keep this up and you press a bit higher. Yes, right on her bladder.”“Please no! Need to finish.”“Very well. Will you hold Clover harmless for helping you find slut?”“Yes! Please stop.”“And will you thank her for. And this was the pussy of my dream girl. It was soft like bun, pink like babies cheek .very less and very soft Hairs were there on her pussy. I began licking it. Soon I was tongue fucking her and she was moaning heavily.She was holding my head tightly onto her pussy. She crossed her leg to make the grip more tight. She was dripping juices and aroma of her pussy was making me may. I was wildly eating her pussy. I began fingering simultaneously with licking. I found her G spot. I continued this. Your trembling hand reaches for your pussy – and a shiver of pleasure goes through your entire body as your fingers make contact with your clit. It must be all hard and swollen by now – swimming in the juices of your lust.“Ohhh!” you gasp.“Look at me!” I order. “Look at me when you masturbate.”You stare straight into my eyes, sobbing in ecstasy as your fingers stroke your clit. I can’t imagine how wet you must be now – but I know that every stroke of The General’s gloved hand brings you closer.