“Three days a week for you, three days for me, I think will keep us both fit,” Emma tells him as she pats his face affectionately.She takes his ha...d and leads him upstairs to the living room. On the couch, she pulls him to her and holds him tight as she talks quietly to him. “Donald, I was going to make you sit in the hall outside our room while I had Connie over to play with, but while it might be interesting, I think you have pretty much learned your lesson about how wrong it was to film me. I was to shave off all my body hair. I was to wear a pair of flimsy shorts, no underwear, and a light t/shirt. In order to meet him I had to catch a local bus and go on a journey of about 50 mins.I had to take all my sissy gear with me and he would decide what he wanted me to wear for him.I met him at a carpark ( an underground one) where he placed a blindfold over my eyes, I was not allowed to see where he was taking me.After a short car journey we arrived at some flats. He took my arm and. There was nobody sitting around us, so I wasn’t too worried that anyone would see what we were doing. And there were only real old people there. At least as old as my mom and dad.” I thought about protesting that her dad wasn’t old but stopped myself just in time. “It took several more minutes before Freddie finally managed to move all of his hand off my arm and onto my breast.”“Had your nipple become erect?”“Oh, yes. It felt so delicious having Freddie’s fingers gently running circles over my. She had no other option remaining for the senses overload she craved, than to get her fingers in her sloppy girly bit and taste herself. Bernard realised at this point only cock could keep the girl engaged in mutual pleasure making.Bernard swapped with her and now lay back on the piano stool. Bethany straddled over him. Bernard knew she needed to control this moment. She spiked herself on his cock; they both knew this was inspired by Anias Nin’s writing…the joyous, joyous impaling. Her cunt was.