The next morning, Lord Blackmon felt strong enough to ask for some real food for breakfast. Half an hour later Page, again dressed in a man’s button...down white shirt but with only the bottom buttoned, came into the room with a tray of eggs and bacon with toast. He had eaten at some of the finest and most expensive restaurants in the world, but he could not remember something tasting as good as the simple breakfast before him.After breakfast he felt well enough to conduct some business so he. As her need continued to build she brought her left foot up under her pelvis. The heel of her foot now teased the sensitive area between her pussy and anus. She had never been touched there, sexually, and was surprised to learn she had even more new erogenous zones to explore. "What if he licked me there?" she thought wickedly. Using the leverage her head provided on the tub lip she began arching her back to press herself hard against her thrusting fingers. Beverly's lips shut tight, her. We went on to use adjectives in our messages, and within a week, ended up discussing sex, making love etc. It became every night sex chat affair. This went on for a few more weeks. It intensified further where both of us ended interacting on phone and started doing self-play.One fine day she asked me if I can come home, as everyone in her family have gone out of station and are expected late in the night. She stayed back, stating she had a lot of pending work in her office which she had to. On and on it had gone.Now I felt her adding a second finger to the first in my ass and I moaned. Like a whore I wanted more. I wanted whatever she would give me. She slapped my ass with the other hand hard. “Now we are going to make some progress, slut boy. I am going to stretch your ass, just like I do almost every night to your son. Soon you will have 3 and then 4 fingers deep up there, caressing your prostate like this.” I felt her fingers curl and touch something inside of me. My.