Her had moved down into my lap and her fingers closed around my shaft."Enough," she said.I dutifully typed her answer into the computer."I am so sorry... love," I said as she gently stroked my cock."Well I'm not grandad," she whispered and she knelt beside my chair and continued to stroke my cock." I can see whats happening there mate." appeared on the screen.Amanda began to kiss the head of my cock and I typed, "You can see her wanking me?" Fuck yes," came the reply. I slid my hand through the. "You have a nicely shaped cock, and I can see your balls are quite large." she told me. "Come over here will you?"I approached her and she tok my balls in her hands exploring them and rolling them in her palm."Yes, quite big. Good. We'll soon develop them. Now, wank here. I want you to come here."She pointed at her desk. It was lunchtime and I had not noticed until then that she had opened her lunchbox and was indicating a small pot of salad that was a part of it."Here. Spurt here. Aim. . "you look so good baby girl, such a good girl for daddy" and you smile as i blush and turn away and you lean in to kiss me softly on the forehead before proceeding to pick up your back and put your things away....leaving me there waiting and aching for your touchyou pull my silk scarf from the hanger across the room and tie it tight around my eyes and then make your way to the dresser to see what all I have selected for the evening.... you notice a few things missing so you go rummaging for. My life was the usual round of college, seeing friends, and working at the pub. I checked the hamper morning and night, but there was no sign of panty tampering. It must surely have been one of Tom’s pervy mates when they came around to play mindless shoot ‘em ups on his Xbox. Saturday mornings I always sleep late, and then meet friends in town in the afternoon. This Saturday, I strolled downstairs in my pyjama bottoms and vest top at 11.30. I knocked back two cups of.