"He flew up to Boston yesterday to make a presentation to some new clients about our new software line. He thinks it'll bring a lot of new business to...the company." I kind of expected he'd come up with some kind of excuse not to be here." Courtney said, her tone revealing that she didn't believe a word of her mother's excuse. "He usually does when I come home."Cynthia wanted to say something to refute her accusation against her father, but the words wouldn't come. The reason being that what she. There were times when I could think of nothing but her buttocks. I wanted to see her caned. I wanted to see her breasts. I wanted to see her birched. What on earth had she done? Why was she there? I asked Tobias, who denied any prior knowledge, although he too was obviously captivated by her. I’m not sure I believed him but he came back a week later – by which time I’d already sat through the desultory beating of six ageing prostitutes – with her story.She was the daughter of a merchant,. She rolled to her side showing me her beautiful ass and I could see her fingers buried firmly inside, fucking herself. I watched her reach over to her nightstand and pull out something small and shiny. It looked like a little egg and I could see it quivering in her fingers. She ran it over her body, circling it first around her hard nipples ands he shivered with delight as the little vibrator rolled over them. She brought the little egg down to her pussy and held it in place directly over her. It was very sexy reading and I suggest every loving couple reads about it. Women take control sensually without all the excessive "mistress" role. I don't have the space to explain all about Devotional Sex here. I was turned on big time reading how loving wives encouraged their husbands to eat their own cum. The woman (referred to as the Princess) would control when and what sex happens, and decide if the man (her Knight) could cum or not. This keeps the Knight on the sexual boil for much.