I hiked up my wifes skirt and reached to pull down her panties. I lifted an eyebrow and looked in her eyes, No panties today? No, I wanted to be read... to go in case your grumpy old dad wanted to fuck me. Yuck. Thats gross. But, kinda hot. You know how much I like kinky girls. My wife bit her bottom lip and hoisted herself on top of the bathroom sink. I know all about you and your love for kinkiness now fuck me before I get your old man to do it for you. Dirty, dirty, dirty girl. I whispered. Yet he began to masturbate, in front of me, a few inches from my face. I found this really sordid. And even more when he ejaculated on his stinky, thick, burning and then icy liquid, with a hoarse growl. He looked at me like that, a few minutes. I had my eyes closed, I waited for him to come out, I did not want to meet his cold eyes. Finally, he told me to go and wash my face. I obeyed, trying not to cross his eyes.The next day, I stayed in my room most of the morning, to avoid crossing it. I. Ah, old-fashioned ways of meting outpunishment. It's important to us that all our employees be comfortablewith this."He rose, went to a desk and tapped a button. "Grace, could you pleasesend Jason in?" Smiling at his sister, he resumed his seat.A few seconds later the door opened to admit a young man with an unrulymop of straw-coloured hair, a wiry frame and a deep, bronze tan. Hewould have looked every bit the surfer if he had not been wearing whatappeared to be a private school uniform - a. He engulfed my clit with his mouth and lightly sucked. Chills surged through me as I pressed down a little harder on David’s head. He rolled his tongue over the swollen nub and my breath came in short gasps. David had known my body intimately for some time and knew just how to drive me over the edge. He pushed his tongue down on my clit and drew it further into his mouth. My body was writing around on our bed and I couldn’t control my moans as he put more pressure on my clit. I began to tense.