Whenever I inserted it completely it hit the hilt of her pussy. After five minutes of missionary style I told her to mount me. She was like “why bab...?”. I said you will be more comfortable and be able to control the amount of penetration. She gave me a gentle smile and mounted my dick as if she was riding a horse. Damn was she wild.She was releasing the fury of past 22 years upon my dick. She was riding me and I was providing matching thrusts. She was not able to take more than four inches. Maxine and Gregg watched as the two women stripped off their clothes; Victoria lithe, tanned and athletic but with large part breasts; Dorothea softer, heavier and with skin that carried the blotches and freckles of middle age but with a fullness of flesh that invited handling.Gregg spoke again. "Kneel, chained as slaves of your Swami."Victoria and Dorothea dropped to their knees and locked their wrists together behind their backs, both struggling against the restraint of the imagined cuffs. An hour and a half later, I had done as much as I could handle, and decided to lie on my bed, to read some of my book, while waiting for Janelle’s phone call.I had been reading for about forty-five minutes when the phone rang. Putting my book aside, I answered the phone, and hearing Janelle say hello, I took it back to the bed so I could lie down and talk to her.“So, how was Lori about it all, really?” I asked her.“Oh, she seemed as if she was expecting it,” Janelle replied. “She sounded happy. Smriti initially was reluctant about it but later got used to it.Now once in order to ask something… she bent forward a little and the tutor through the open 2 buttons was able to see her cleavage and that she wasn’t wearing any bra.Tutor: bring me some water please.Smriti brought her a glass of water and the tutor deliberately while taking it spilled the complete glass onto her shirt. The shirt became stuck to her figure and her nipples were visible.Tutor: I’m very sorry… I’ll handle it. You.