You really have made a mess of your life haven’t you? Whatever did you have in your mind, you know what I mean, when you sexually harassed Miss Simm...ns; are you a sex maniac?? ?Forgive me sir, but I’m not sure what you are talking about; I haven’t sexually harassed anyone. I think you have the wrong end of the stick, it is Jean Simmons that will not leave me alone, and I have had to reject her advances on several occasions.? ?Well you would say that wouldn’t you, but she. Her stocking were held up by a pinklacy suspender belt, again covered in frills to match her pink panties.My cock throbbed and she smiled when she saw the reaction she washaving. We ate together and I told her about the rugby. After the mealwe relaxed in the living room, she knelt by my feet and we watchedsomething and nothing on the TV. My mind was whirling and my cock wasthrobbing fit to bust. Finally I could take it no more."Roberta kneel before me," I commanded.She eagerly did as I said. ”Thwack, thwack, two more strokes before Barbara ran her fingers along the tramlines on my bum, checking her handiwork and ‘accidentally’ stroking my cock. Thwack! a stinger flicked between my thighs, catching the head of my cock.“SHIT!” Thwack!Penny appeared with a plastic spatula and again whispered to her mother.“Very well, Mike, stand up.”If anything my penis was more rigid than ever.Barbara flicked the strap across my shaft, “I’m afraid you’ve still got a hard-on so lie down along the. The pace never once wavering, always steady, not too fast, not too slow, but ever pumping at a hole never meant to be used for intercourse. I was like so much flotsam, and jetsam on a storm tossed sea as the waves of one orgasm after another piled up to crashed down upon me relentlessly. And I wouldn't have changed places with anybody in the lifeboat at that moment for all of the money in the world. My long reddish blond hair whipping about my head when the tight bun I'd had it in came undone.