I am not jealous. You know my principles.’ ‘What girl?’ ‘The tall blonde with the large breasts.’ I thought for a moment. ‘Emily Reese. Sh...’s the Dean’s daughter.’ ‘She liked you. I could tell. It was how she looked at you. She looked at you how I look at you.’ ‘Is this where you tell me that I am an attractive man despite my age?’ ‘You are an attractive man,’ she smiled a bit, ‘despite your age.’ ‘So are you,’ I said, ‘attractive. But you’re a woman,’ my eyes flashed to her splendid legs,. Brenda led her to a beautiful, heavily foliated garden, with a little brick footpath. Palm trees and big oaks were jumbled together along with large, lush ferns, and there was soft ground level lighting coming from the shrubbery, casting gentle shrouds of dark blue and green light, enough to see each other and the wrought-iron bench nearby. Her bare feet tingled on the cool brick footpath, which ended at the bench.Brenda turned around and smiled down at her. "You did want the lessons, right?". Jess was frantically trying to strum her nub in between the strikes and didn’t seem to be having much success.After two more stings, I felt my orgasm building and finally came onto the floor just as Sandra landed one more whack, mid-squirt.Jess was still rubbing her pussy trying to build up a rhythm but the painful whacks to her ass were too distracting.“Mistress Sandra, Master Brian, may I have permission to eat out my wife?” I figured they would really got off on the “Mistress” and “Master”. He reaches it lower and dips it into my own wetness before gliding it back upwards and pressing gently against my tight backdoor. The feeling is so delicious that I instinctively back up against it, and he pushes it just inside of me. I can feel my asshole tighten around his thumb, but he leaves it there and continues to fuck me with no apparent hurry. After a minute I can feel myself relax around him and he presses further until his thumb is buried in my ass. With my nerves tingling in both my.