Set the table for two." Yes Mistress."Jack entered the kitchen which was similar in size to the kitchen youmight find in a single family home. A midd...e aged woman ofconsiderable weight was bent over the stove stirring something."Hi, I'm Jack. Professor Dowling told me to set the dining room tablefor two."The woman spoke with what sounded like a German accent. "The platesare in this cabinet; sliver is in this drawer; cups and glasses overthere."Jack scurried about collecting the appropriate. My tiptoes were pressed firmly on the floor and my smooth, wet pussy was exposed. The nude Ben got down on his knees on the floor while sitting all the supplies by his side. Lube in hand, he squirted a large amount in his palm before clicking the cap closed. He used two fingers to scoop a portion out and inserted them into my vagina. I gasped, 'Ooo, that feels nice," as he twisted his fingers all around like he was greasing up a cake pan. I leaned back and put my hands flat on the table to my. ”Oh no, she thought. I have to keep it together. She felt his finger now gliding along her bare sole and under her toes.“You as parents have to make sure your child ishehehemmm getting the appropriate study timeheheheohh”. There it was. She knew her toes were ticklish but they also had a direct link to her pleasure. Tickles were one thing she knew too well but she had always hoped for more. She had wondered if something done to them could make her orgasm but she was too strict a person to ask. I just didn’t know how, or when, or even why. I wasn’t completely sure what I was going to do once I did leave. I just knew. And somehow I knew that the pond had the answer. Late at night I would sneak out, but not to get drunk with some friends, not even to meet some illegitimate boyfriend. It was to go sit in the middle of the lake. I didn’t start out like that, of course. At first, I would just stand and stare, thinking about all my unanswered questions, then returning to my bed before I.