“Everything’s going to be okay.”I guess my caring genes overcame most of my inhibitions at that point because I decided to help her. Some part o... me didn’t let go of the idea of preventing this from going too far. That’s why I turned Jen around and held her from behind. I guess that way it felt a bit more impersonal or something – I don’t know.I held her in my arms with her back pressed into my chest and reached around her. I whispered in her ear that I loved her, and that she should relax and. Then I felt her hand on my pussy again oh yes it seems like you are enjoying your birthday, John said I think I should have a taste too and the cock in my right hand pulled away I lifted my hips slightly off the bed in anticipation of a new tongue, moments later there was a tongue in my pussy I wandered what my husband was doing and thinking about these blokes taking advantage of his wife but I suppose he had arranged it all. I felt something rub against my hand I stretched my fingers trying. I haveto hurry, Jane is surely waiting on Diana, he figured.Meanwhile, Jane had sat down on the living room couch. She had put downher backpack, wondering if Rose would find Mrs. Princeton. I could havesworn I didn't hear anything, maybe I wasn't hearing it clearly, Janefigured as she fidgeted a bit. I wonder why she hadn't brought him upbefore, Jane wondered. Then she heard the door to Diana's room open up,slowly at first.Dians Princeton stepped into the room, wearing a fine white blouse and. The sight of her former mistress asleep, uncovered, and helpless had a strange effect on Wendy. The professor’s face looked peaceful and somewhat younger in her sleep. It was very weird to see this dominating, powerful person quiet like this, even more so since Burnside rarely slept more than a few hours per night. However, she was exhausted after 48 hours of grading tests, then the flight, and then a long series of meetings over the past two days. Wendy knew at that moment her servitude had.