The scent of tangy floral notes filled the air and she struggled to deal with the sensation that something wasn't quite right.The old gramophone in th... corner played the familiar notes of the waltz and Eleanor found herself floating, listening with remembered pleasure. It had been a long time since she had heard the music. She was more used to the grating sounds of dance music and hip hop blasting out of the kitchen these days.The sound of her name being called softly startled her once again.. ? You're masturbating, Serafina! What are you two freaks doing?”“Having fun!” I moaned. “It makes you hot to watch me masturbate. So, come here and watch!”My thoughts burned hot as I masturbated. Lucilla moved into the room, shorter than Bernie, her brown eyes wide as she watched me. She squirmed, her skirt swaying about her lithe legs, her round breasts jiggling in her top. “Yes, yes, you both love watching me!” I moaned. “You both find me hot! You both are totally gay for me!”Pain stabbed. Rachel had her sit down at a chair or stand up in various modes but Jennifer lacked the elegance and posture to turn the act into a meaningful gesture. She just looked as if she was sitting down or standing up. “Do it slowly.” Rachel admonished her “Maintain eye contact with me! Part your lips! You’re supposed to be seducing me not telling me that you have to catch the four o’clock train!”Jennifer slumped down demoralised. “I’m sorry ma-am I was never very good at drama.”“This isn’t drama. “Now as I fuck you I want you rubbing your clit until you cum. I want to feel that pussy orgasming on my dick as I fuck you."She smiles, and I now know I have Professor Stacey Putnam, PHD, right where I want her. I resume fucking her and her hand reaches down to rub her clit. When she does her mouth pops open and I start pounding. It takes less than a minute of fucking her like this I feel her quiver as we fuck."PLEASE SIR – SO CLOSE!." She begs between gasps."shall I stop?" NO. PLEASE.