Gandhi moved quickly up to me and stroked my breast and then my inner thigh and the towel fell open sowing my neat little patch of blonde hair. I look...d across at ‘O’ and said “and what would you like to do? You can wait until later if you don’t want to join in.He moved to the foot of the bed. “Can I watch first?” he asked.I said “I don’t mind, it is up to your friend here,” Gandhi just turned and nodded assent then licked his finger and gently slipped it into me.My legs opened to the stimulus. Before too long, they began to get heated once more, causing his dick to grow back to full size.During a breather, she said, "Since you told me of your problem, I began fantasizing that it had turned you into an insatiable sexual monster. Looks like I just about hit the nail on the head! Let me calm you down so you can make it through your next two classes." She laid him back on the desk, which sent objects flying everywhere.He pulled his legs up to his chest and shamelessly let his hard-on. He wants me…mmm. I need to give myself to him. This is good. I’m a good girl. The mental fog thickened. She dropped to her elbows letting him have full access to her and he took it.Three tries were all it took before his huge cock penetrated her. His strokes were hard and fast. She groaned pushing herself back trying to take as much as she could. Pleasure sensations flickered through her mind. She was meant for this. This was her purpose. He continued pounding her as she grunted each time his. ‘Oh, by the way you can call me Aida,’ she said. ‘Oh! I couldn’t possibly do that. Mr. Jefferson would not be happy and you are the mistress of the house…’ explained Mrs. Timont. Aida realized that it would be pointless to explain anything to the servants, they were just like her, an employee, they wouldn’t know about her contractual marriage. Aida decided to just go with the flow. ‘Right, wouldn’t want to get you into trouble with Mr. Jeff… my husband,’ said Aida with a strain smile. ‘Erm… so.