” His hands now at his sides on the sofa.“I knew you were a smart young man!”. She bounced a little as she said this, knowing her full breasts w...uld too. Her playful look turned deadly serious “Look at me when I talk to you young man. You did like what you saw didn’t you Brett?”.He too looked serious and lifting his gaze from her chest met her eyes “Yes miss. A lot”. She noticed now his handsome looks, jawline, the firm muscles straining under his t-shirt. “I thought you did, I could tell right. As soon as I feel your breathing level out, I take your clit between my panty clad fingertips… my thumb on one side and my fingers on the other side of your clit, rubbing my fingers and thumb together, massaging the fabric against your clit.I moan out loud, lifting my hand off of your tummy and pressing down hard on my lower abdomen, feeling my own breathing growing faster and heavier, closing my eyes and leaning my head back… feeling my orgasm take control, pinching your clit between my. "If I know my Sweetie, he's balls deep in her ass right now and melting her brain through sheer lust." Just thinking about it sent little shivers racing up and down her spine."Oh, you can bet on it. He and I talked about Heather some earlier and I advised him that she needs regular vigorous buttfucking to stay more or less in line, since that seems to be her preferred hole. I'm sure that even as we speak she's bent over and screaming his name as that big telephone pole of his slides in and out. Needs more work!" Oh god, what now? First up was the insertion of a couple of rolled up socks into the bra: not to make large tits, but just enough for shape. There was a lot of giggling as they were mashed into shape. Make up came next. An old wooden chair was dragged in from somewhere and I was seated in the middle of the room. Three of the girls were obviously self-declared make-up artistes. I was reminded frequently to keep still, a demand I was ready to comply with as sharp looking objects.