.." he said suddenly, pulling away from her. "I'll go... but you're coming with me... Come on! Hurry!"Impatiently, he pulled her up and spun her towar... the door, not even giving her time to put on a robe over her white nightgown."Someone will see... I can't go out like this..." she protested."No one's around... except Tim... and he's locked in the study. Anyone who sees you will probably be just a bit undressed themselves anyway." Once more his laugh echoed out and Ella cringed as they moved in. You look so appealing I couldn't wait. You're so nice and tight. Is your husband tiny?" Viki had warned me about impertinent questions, especially from the smaller guys. I smile and give a deceptive answer, "I'm cuckolding him for a reason." I felt bad about saying that, especially to a guy who is barely thicker than Paul and at least an inch shorter than Dan, but I feel a responsibility to Viki to keep her regular guys happy. And I am getting some pleasure from him, because he is keeping his. Concentration was impossible. My mom, the tough, no nonsense teacher spent the afternoon walking around in pantyhose filled with my cum. Another thought occurred to me. My mom had masturbated. It was naughty, even a sin, for me to beat off but it was okay for my mom to play with her pussy? I wanted it to happen again, but sadly the exchange was was a one time deal.CHAPTER THREEEarly Mass at eight and full Mass at ten. I served mass almost every Sunday which was better than just sitting around. ‘That’s what you’re going to get later if you’re a good girl,’ the words spoken barely above a whisper. He was rough, pulling, tugging, pinching her breasts… his hands were painful, hurting yet exciting and erotic. ‘Am I hurting you?’ He asked while tweaking her left nipple hard. Sarah could only moan a ‘Yes’ to him, while grinding her ass back into him. Charles knew how much she loved their rough play, how turned on it made her, which only increased his own excitement. ‘Good,’ he replied,.