You watch your finger disappear between your lips only to reemerge covered in wetness. You moan and tremble with anticipation as you think of how he l...ves to make you climax. You wonder why he likes it so much, and what it must be like from his perspective. You smile as you get a wicked idea of how to find out. Naked, you walk excitedly to your bedroom, grabbing your vibrator from your dresser drawer as you do, kneeling in front of your full length, tilting mirror. You adjust it so that you can. Monday, 10.30am “Good morning Emma, I’m Miss Jackson. I’ll be your mentor this week and can’t wait for us to get started. I’ve heard some good things about you already.” The woman standing across the desk from me can’t seem to wipe the smile from her face. She must be around forty, and looks a touch eccentric. Her hair cropped is short and dyed bright blonde. Red-rimmed glasses, a pink blouse and a bulky stud in each ear give her something of a theatrical look. She’s pretty slight, with no. The intensity forced an agonized groan from between Dick’s gritted teeth and his back arched up. She took another cube in her other hand and wrapped that around his length too, making him buck even more against her.She stroked them up and down until his heat had melted them into a glistening puddle all over him. He was breathing deeply now, recovering from the sensations and preparing for the next, his body taut and close to orgasm – and Laurie could tell.Now she took the champagne bottle from. He turned to his wife, at a loss for what to do. He wanted more than anything to wave his ticket in the air and run as fast as he could towards the stage to claim his prize. He could imagine nothing more exciting, nothing more wonderful than taking his daughter’s virginity - especially with the added bonus of a leering audience who he knew would be riddled with jealousy.“John, it’s OK. You should do it.”His wife, Beverley, squeezed his hand, whispering into his ear.“I’d rather it was you then.