"Sit with me," John would say, plopping down on my sofa.And I would sit next to him, a hand on his thigh. John would pull me towards him, one hand fee...ing up my breasts, one hand on my ass."Let's just cuddle and kiss for a while," he would whisper, pulling me in, planting a kiss on my lips.'I do this for you, ' I would say to myself, as I opened my mouth to accept his tongue.Of course, not having sex was a challenge all by itself. And there were several times when I would have to roughly push. I leapt up yelling loudly as I rubbed my bum. Alison watched my cock swinging back and forth. “I didn’t tell you to bend over,” she explained. She pushed back the foreskin, exposing the swollen head of my cock. “I’ve decided I’m going to spank him,” she smiled as she flicked the crop’s leather tongue across the tip of my cock. She moved a long padded seat into the middle of the room. “Lie down on your back.” I sat at one end and lay down so that my head was just supported. My legs stretched. “Mr. Carter... ” I begin but he shoves his mouth against mine. His hands push me down onto his desk and he pulls my hands away from my breasts. He pins my wrists onto the desk, before kissing and sucking all over my chest. I moan out in pleasure and lose myself to the sensation. He nips his ways to my sensitive hip bones before pulling off my skirt. He pauses and grins mischievously at the wet spot that has darkened the material of my panties. A blunt figure trails up my slit and pauses on my. I could feel myself blushing as they held them all up against their hips for my approval until finally, I couldn't stand any more."I'll see you in the pub," I muttered and practically ran out of the market, my face the colour of beetroot."It's Tommy isn't it?" asked the landlord, "are you getting straight at the cottage?"Ordering a pint, I supped at least half of it before sitting back with a smile of deep satisfaction on my face."Yes, there's a long way to go, but we've made good progress so.