“A little?” was all he said. This erotic little dance had made me soaked imagining what might happen. His other hand found its way around to my ch...st and held me tight to him. As his hand worked my panties his cock rubbed against my ass and the anticipation was excruciating.“Put your hands on the wall,” he said flatly in a husky voice. I’m always the one in control, so this was new. I hesitated. “Put your hands on the wall so I can fuck you,” he stated more forcefully. Hot, definitely hot. I. I poked around the shop till she came back."He said to tell you to take the one we have here. Try it for a week, then he will know what you need. If you don't like it, he will build whatever you want." she said."How much is the bike," I asked."The one outside is thirty dollars and I'll give you that much credit toward whatever you want in the store. Should you decide you don't want a bike," she said.I gave her the thirty dollars. Then climbed on the bike and tried it. The bike wasn't quite as. ” Tears were rolling down her lovely face when she looked back up from her destitute position on my lap. I caressed her hot bottoms, “Well, Ms. Susan, didn’t we agree that you needed to learn your lesson? And that a hot soapy enema would be the fitting punishment for a naughty girl like you?” “Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir, I am just … I am just so full and the soap is causing a lot of cramping. But… You are right, I deserve this punishment. I want to be a good girl for you…” “See, Ms. Susan,. I was still sat on Janet's face allowing her to clean my over filled stretched out pussy.Just as I was about to slide my large white breasts back into my skimpy little dress the door opened and in walked Jenny Tony's wife.Jenny froze in her tracks and just stood there open mouthed looking at me with my tits hanging out of my dress whilst sat on the face of Janet, who still had her shorts off and small tits popping out the top of her bra.Jenny was dressed as a naughty French maid, so her.