Consult Dr. Simpson." "I think," said Carmen, "I know a way, if you can stand the pain." Megan found herself once again in the laundry wash hous.... The winter afternoon sun streamed in. The boiler kept them comfortably warm, as Carmen helped Megan to undress. Dr. Simpson was there, and of course Sir Henry, wearing a robe which opened in front. "You don't need to use the pillory. I will behave myself," said Megan. "I'll just bend over this table." She pressed her tender breasts. Because he enjoyed caressing Sally's butt, Billy added more oil to his hands and rubbed them together to warm the oil. He then slid his hands to the top of her legs and onto her butt. Sally groaned with pleasure again and continued to rock her pelvis. “That feels so nice, Billy.” She lifted her hips to encourage Billy to continue his massage of her butt. He was more than happy to oblige. He added more oil and pressed harder into her gluteus muscles. “Oh yes, Billy.” Sally lifted her hips until. My fingers slid to your pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them, only to gently move the flap of your undergarments to allow that thick, throbbing member to breathe the warm air. I slid up next to you, my fingers moving to my own jeans, flicking the button open and unzipping. My thumbs hooked about my panties, sliding both garments about halfway down my thighs. I stood slightly, your hands holding that thick member for me as I lowered my tight, moist sex down onto it. It felt amazing, you were. They were giving me chills. It was everything I could do to not yell out: “Fuck me you fool!”Then, he moved over between my legs sitting up on his knees. He leaned over to his bag reaching for something. I could hear him ripping open a wrapper. The anticipation was building. He moved around a little before I could feel the tip of his cock probing the crack of my ass looking for my rear door. It found its target. He spread my cheeks with his hands as he began to push his large blunt cock.