10pm, fifteen minutes earlier than scheduled. And even though she had probably checked the train times, I knew she would be there early, just standing...there, inappropriately dressed as usual, her embarrassment clearly visible to all who passed by.It would, I think, be helpful to explain. My name is James, I am twenty-nine years old and I work and live in London. My girlfriend, Victoria, is twenty-two, extremely submissive and in her final year at college in the West Country. Our relationship is. He strokes her hard breasts, delights in her wild milky streams, her squirms, her wet naked heat and dripping white milk on his adorned hands. The way she moves when he milks her, the way her flower clings to his hardened staff, both excite and hurt me. I wish I could offer her the same pleasure. He suckles my love in front of me. He knows it teases, but I am restricted to speak. If I intrude, I will be punished, forced to service him alongside my love.By mischance, I revealed my lust for her. “That’s right, baby, pull them off and fold them neatly for me. I want your spectacular mouth for a few moments first.”He didn’t notice that he’d slipped and called her baby, but she did. She opened her mouth eagerly and took his rock-hard shaft in her hands, licking it while she guided it all the way in. He closed his eyes and moaned.“Fuck, you have a wicked tongue!” he called out. He enjoyed her exquisite oral skills for several more minutes but stopped before he was too far gone. He wanted. It didn't take to long for my Mom to notice however. Within just a few minutes she saw me standing at the door. All she did was give me a big smiling grin, so I wasn't sure how to act or if I should go in.I watched as my Dad pounding into her very hard and fast. His hips was literally slapping her ass from the impact of his thrusts. I couldn't believe this was the same person that so gently took my cherry. Dad would occassionally moan softly, but Mom was not holding back anymore. Each deep.