Alice looked into my eyes, smiling. I felt her toe find my already wet sex."Wow, are you excited?" she asked, laughter in her tone.I sat bolt upright,...my jaw trembling slightly. She had found the exact spot and I was working hard just to keep my face from totally betraying me. It was heaven and I felt myself building up. Then, cruelly, she stopped."Not here, little one." She looked at me as she stood. "Stand up and turn around for me."I did as she asked. She grabbed my hands and cuffed them. She felt so turned on by the whole experience. She could feel her juices flowing and would definitely have to take care of herself once she arrived home later that evening. Out of her sight, she felt Amelia remove her left arm once more and then the soothing feeling of the woman’s small right hand rubbing her extremely sore and warm buttocks and thighs began again. She moaned in between the sobs and sniffs and tried to imagine having sex with the dark-haired disciplinarian.Miss Marks continued. This is what this horny woman is missing these days as my dad was an old tradition man who has less interest in sex. He used to just fuck my mom in the missionary position for 5 minutes twice in a week and thought that he was fully satisfying my mom.Mom was not so expressive in bed but still wanted more from dad used to ask indirectly to foreplay with her. Dad couldn’t understand her inner feelings. She used to beg for more by rubbing her pussy lips. She used to suck her cock thinking for more. For a living, I work mostly with people who consistently disappoint me. Cindy. Mark. Barbara. They're always letting me down. But I'll tell you more about that later. First, I wanted to tell you about my stories, and the way I have to arm-wrestle with my characters over every little thing.It's my own damned fault, of course. In a way, it's a little flattering. If I were writing characters without any substance, I'd never have this problem. As it is, I spend all sorts of time getting to know my.