I pinched, groped, pressed her hard and sucked her melons so hard that it became red. Meanwhile, I was grabbing her ass tight and spanking her hard sh... was moaning “oh god… ahh…yeah baby… love your moves… you’re just…. aahhhhh… smooched me.”We took a break and she was in her long frock only the upper part was naked. She said you go to bedroom ill come in a minute. When she was walking her melons were bouncing like hell… I couldn’t control myself.I went back to her, she went to kitchen to take. Truth is, other than the boredom this was probably the mostrelaxed I'd been in weeks. 'Relaxed' is a relative term. I wasn't infear for my life at the moment, but on the other hand I wasn't exactlycomfortable, sitting there in that damn corset, legs crossed at thethigh like some pansy and dressed in a skirt that barely covered my ass.I was feeling a bit sweaty and itchy under all that foundation gear andthe whole thing was starting to get stifling. My battered and bruisedchest occasionally. "Now you know how women feel sometimes. Well, not me, but in general. Now get over here. I'm pretty sure he's still watching us." When I walked over to her, she immediately grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me towards her. We kissed, and we kissed hard. It was a lewd and lustful type of a kiss with her tongue swirling around my mouth. Then she ended the kiss."So this is your reward for Mr. Jenkins huh?" I asked happily."Yep. That is, if you're interested in participating?" Of course I am,". She offered sainthood. I resisted temptation.“I disagree, Rebecca. It’s true that my son’s redemption was his own struggle, but I was a part of it. However small a part, we are worlds in collision. Every woman will have a different story, take different paths. Their pains and joys will run at odds with those of another. Yet we must collide, or we will shrivel like plums on a dead branch. We have no one, not even god, to turn to.”My mentor leaped upon me, hugging and kissing me like a lonely.