Maybe she'd hand her over to Camilla toget the same training she got...no! Then Camilla might take her for good.She'd train Lea her way! Then she'd tr...ly be hers and only hers. A cute,submissive love toy of a girlfriend that waited on her hand and foot,just begging to please and love her...THAT was what got her to cum. Sadlyonly she was privy to that knowledge. Lea had to be surprised by a suddengush of floodwaters filling her mouth. Alison let out a loud shriek ofbliss as she did it, eyes. Sexy Sue, how come you are so open about your sexuality in your high official position?Sweet Sue didn't provide me any clue, but I started to get my own ideas about her high job!Sexy Sue is open about it all, it is her only armour, as she is the boss!Smart Sue knows that I am a former international journalist, not as easy to be fooled as others.Smart Sue knows that most journalists do their daily job, as their job-title implies they will.Smart Sue doesn't realise perhaps that I'm different, as. The sound made me jump out of my chair as I quickly tried to tuck my hard-on away. Sweat shorts aren't very good at hiding a hard-on and I certainly couldn't answer the door with a tent in my pants. So, I pulled my dick straight up and let the waistband hold it into position and quickly threw on a t-shirt which safely covered the top of my pants. When I got to the door I noticed a UPS truck in the drive and felt relieved that it wasn't one of the neighbors coming to borrow something. My heart. I came back with two more pints of beer, Adnams this time. Yes, it was a great pub. ‘Couple of other things you ought to know Sam,’ Tim hit me with. ‘What’s that?’ ‘Well Sam,’ he went on. ‘When Sally sent me the photo of her in a bikini, I sent one back.’ ‘Of me in a bikini?’ I joked with him. ‘No you twerp,’ he replied, pushing his I-pad across for me to look at. ‘This one.’ I looked at the screen and saw a picture of myself, on some beach, in my swimming shorts. Didn’t look bad, even though I.