It was quite a mixture that she wore for the self imposed task, the tee shirt and skirt from earlier had been matched with my old Wellington boots, co...plete with turned down tops, an incongruous mix at the best of times, but she still hadn't restored the skirt to it's normal length and apart from the boots being at least three sizes too large, she was still panty - less and I couldn't really generate much interest in the usual sensational "Soap star had an affair with queen mum's second cousin". The room was just big enough for Pierre to keep up with his yoga, Catharine had been thoughtful enough to leave him a mat. Lying in bridge pose, he heard her voice float in. ‘Pierre, how are you today?’ ‘Great, just peachy.’ He said, dripping with sarcasm. ‘Tell me, Pierre, how do you feel?’ ‘How do I feel? I feel like I have no fucking clue what the hell is going on. I feel like I’m going insane. All I want, Catharine, is to be with you, with YOU, not held captive in some freaky dungeon. Can. She was mine...The next day, while she was massaging my cock, she was standing and leaning over me so I decided to let my hand have a little wander - up her skirt! I found my way to her panties and slipped my thumb against her pussy and my index finger against her butt-hole. She was trying to say no and tell me to stop (her mouth was full of my big hard cock) but the dirty lying bitch was parting her legs to allow me even greater access to her goodies and she was getting very wet down there.I. ”Margie imagined it did. There was certainly a louder grunt from behind the screen. Julie’s hand was working faster, the sound of latex tossing throbbing gristle adding to the obscenity.“Cum for me!” Julie exclaimed. “Cum for me, you big, horny stud! The face of a MILF is waiting for your big, creamy load!”The embarrassment was so great, Margie almost wished she’d opted to strip naked. Her clothes would be soaked with perspiration after this. There was a new grunt from behind the screen. Julie.