It was still sensitive from the previous night. Then she slid a finger into her hole. Another gasp escaped her lips and her hips began to move. With g...eat will power, she pulled her finger out. It was shinny with juice. On impulse she brought the finger to her mouth and sucked it clean. Her finger tasted like her, yet there was something more. Suddenly she remembered that she probably had some of Tim's sperm left inside her. An excited shiver raced through her as she moved her fingers back to. He sent her to bed, indicating that they would start her program tomorrow. At 1AM on the morrow, Victor awoke to start Romysha’s training. He crossed the hall fingering his growing erection and unlocked the door to her suite. He smeared his stiff cock with a gob of lubricant as he walked to the bed and climbed in, resting on his knees behind her. Romysha was sleeping on her stomach. He lifted her hips and folded her legs into a front lying squat, lining up for entry into her cunt. No talk, no. Once she’d stowed a few things in each room, Eleanor brushed off her costume and returned to the party. Unlike Elise, whose small breasts were at risk of being ejected from her corset while her black panties flashed beneath her short latex skirt, Eleanor was clothed conservatively in a long, flowing silk dress. It was sexy but sumptuous, and even included a cape and hood. Her mask, a gargoyle in jet black, covered her entire face. The disguise was intentional; she’d planned on being. Without a second tripod the little hand held camera wasn't high enough to see over the rim of the pot. The edge of the pot was rounded so balancing it was out of the question.I dashed back to the car to see what I could find that I could use as a base.Mum's sunglasses case was the only thing that fell to hand so I carried it back to the flower urn and pushed it edge on into the soil. It was only a couple of inches high but it would be enough to clear the edge of the pot if I could get the.