He stripped till he was in his boxers and socks.Miss Priscilla gestured to the socks and they were gone too. The boy looked up, tears glistening alrea...y. Miss Priscilla motioned to the boxers, and they had to go.The boy stood up and covered his manhood. "Stand straigh!" Miss Priscilla barked "Hands at your sides". The boy complied.I could see he was a fine specimen, muscly and fit. He had a stout cock on him, which was half inflated at this stage. He also had a fine big pair of balls.Miss. God, she felt so good. And I was doing her some good, too. Mel could only pant and chirp, with the occasional long moan thrown in as she tried to breathe. I wanted this to be a loving, romantic afternoon for us. But instead, we’re just fucking like wild animals. Maybe that’s a different kind of romance.I held off as long as I could. At least five minutes, dammit. Yes, I’m sure! I decided to see how she was doing.“You like…(pant) me fucking you?”“Shit yeah!” she panted.“Say it,” I commanded.. Mmmmmm, i looked down at his cock then up at him, smiled and nodded like a good girl. i turned to face him and put my legs up on the seat sideways, his eyes went straight to them, i moved my hand to his bulge, looked at the overhead light and said ‘its too bright’ he immediately turned it off and i began rubbing his cock through his pants, while holding my wine with the other hand, mmmmm so hard! i rubbed it slowly, sipped some wine, he sat back and relaxed. i slowly unzipped his pants and took. "Be in my office with the papers signed at 9:30 tomorrow. I need time to talk to the judge."He let himself out.Fifteen minutes later Cromwell was seated in his favorite chair at his regular club, nursing his wounds with a strong drink. It wasn't his fault, he told himself for the one thousandth time. It was all a set-up.Things hadn't been going well at home. His wife was incredibly sexy, but had lost interest in sex; maybe she'd never really had any. He loved her, but, rebuffed each night and.