No response. My hand slid up your thigh a bit, and still you did not say a word. I imagined that you either enjoyed the intimate touch of a stranger, ...or you did not want to make a scene.My fingers are touching your panty, the cloth is small, as it is a thong. I am aroused greatly feeling the crease between your lips. We are at the top, and my hand discreetly exits, and you turn left to get on the next level. Again I get on behind you, and knowing that you did not complain the first time, my. John sort of leaned back against the edge of my desk as he picked me up into the air. I wrapped my legs around his body as I felt the head of his cock against my thong.John was holding me up with his hands gripping my butt. I shifted a little bit while moving my body downward as I pulled my thong to one side. John’s cock slipped up inside my hairy wet pussy.“Oh my god John,” I moaned out as I settled down onto his big cock.I slowly slipped down on his big cock. I worked it up my pussy in steps. It was playful and fun, while still requiring concentration. In the end, Ella's skill and years of experience had outmanoeuvred the boys dumb luck, and she was pronounced the champ for the night."Maybe next time, boys," she said, smiling broadly. Standing from the table she returned the cards to the game cupboard and offered the boys a couple of cookies. "Go ahead and eat these up. I'll make some more on the weekend. I don't care if you stay up a bit longer but I'm tired and want to hit the. Notify me after each occurrence. You are not to come to my house and you and I will not fuck again until this is done.”Sarah had read the text twice before breaking out in tears, not understanding why he would be punishing her or what she had done to deserve these new instructions. She responded asking to see him. When he didn’t reply after twenty minutes, she got in her car and drove to his house with tears continuing to stream down her face. Finding him in his office working at his.