I’ve soaked you; drenched your hand and arm. I am very, very sorry but it was so unbelievable to have your fingers stroke in and out of me; owning ...e, possessing me, controlling me, making my tiny petite frame shake with orgasm after orgasm.Please may I turn round Master? Please may I turn around to show the class what you’ve done to me? Please may I show them my panting, cum soaked body? Please may I spread my legs and display my dribbling pussy to them? Then could you fuck me again. " That's wonderful. And how are the boys?" Fine. Both back in school and as far as I can tell, doing well. It's early yet, so I'll know more around Christmas I guess."They ate in a comfortable silence as two friends might. Despite the age difference, Tom had always enjoyed meeting and working with Malachi Wise. He was nothing like the stereotypical television lawyer. He was quiet, humorous, thoughtful, and wise. His advice was almost always the right advice.As they finished their meal and. "We both knew she was right, there was no denying it. She walked over to my desk and sat down, at eye level with me.She said, "It's alright. It's only natural, there is no reason to hide it." After another moment she said, "In fact, I masturbate too, and I know you can hear me when I do."She leaned in and gave me a calming, motherly kiss on the forehead. I said, "If you know I can hear you, why do you continue?" She openly responded, "Because, I find it erotic that my son is listening to my. He had watched his wife make her way there on the pretext of riding, or checking on her horse.Even at the age of sixty, Sir Charles was still a fit and healthy man of huge sexual appetites. His wife, fifteen years his junior was also a highly sexed creature. The difference was in their taste for different forms of sex. Whereas Sir Charles tended towards extreme depravities, his wife was content to fuck in more conventional ways, but much more often. This suited another of her husband’s traits,.