I pulled my dress a little higher and I saw him lick his lips and swallow and his arm was moving faster. He was stroking his cock, making himself cum... Seeing and thinking that was enough to make me cum. My pussy was pulsating hard and fast as my cum seeped out onto the seat of my desk. Fuck! It was felt so nice! I was moving my hips up and down as I lost control of my body and started shaking. It was all I could do not to yell out or moan loudly. I lowered my head squeezing my eyes shut,. When you’re buried inside someone else, it is the fistee that allows you the privilege of being there. They are putting trust in you that you will respect their vulnerability and together create a combined energy that neither of you could ever create on your own. A good fister is totally focused on the needs of the fistee and is aware that each partner is different physically and mentally. There is no one best way to do anything and using a particular technique on one person may not work on. To explore my secret places to her heart’s delight.I knew those two naughty girls would have a load of spunk in their delicious bottoms sooner rather than later and that they had plenty of stamina to please both men in more ways than one.I have to admit Madame R. was forcing me into an unconditional surrender of all my secrets with her relentless tongue and her scent was driving me into a state of complicit submissiveness that I seldom remembered before.She was whispering in my ear strange. I get down and waited there for few mints. To my surprise, she turns back and looked me as she looking if someone getting into the back door.While returning to home after Interview, I was waiting for the same bus even there was few more bus was ready. I don’t know why I was waiting like a mad there. After 1 1/2hr waiting, I finally saw the same bus and to my luck there were only few passengers in it and board the bus from the front door so that she even can see me. Boarded the bus and went to.