“Shit Karen. You are fucking amazing. Mmmmm im so lucky to fuck you” He grabbed one of my boobs. “Yesss, Mmmmm. Your tits are nice Karen. But yo...u need to get some real breasts. That would be so fucking hot” The thought about having real breasts would be the best thing ever. “Mmmm Jacob. You are so right” I started playing with my tiny dick. And pointed my pantyhose toes in the air. He grabbed my legs by my ankles and stretched my legs to each side. Felt him fucking me harder and deeper. “Oh my. But she met my every thrust, and we built up a steady rhythm. Her obvious enjoyment alleviated my fears, and I found myself enjoying this different dimension to sex. I fully understood why she had enjoyed handcuffing me so much. There had been enjoyment in being powerless, but I also enjoyed having some of the power. It felt just as good as it had before. As our pace increased, our breathing became even more uneven and desperate. It felt like every thrust drove me deeper and deeper, and I was. He continued to methodically pace the room as he appeared to be thinking of his next question. He came back to his desk and opened the side drawer. He took out a pair of medical gloves and put them on as he approached me. “What are the gloves for?” I asked, my voice shaking. He ran his fingers through my hair. I felt as if I was being reduced to an object. “The gloves are for my protection,” he said. He looked inside my ears and had me open my mouth. “Hold out your hands,” he said sternly.. “Look how you’ve made the seat all wet.”She gave him two fingers.Frank’s orgasm happened, timed to perfection when he had the view up his young daughter’s mott and arse hole when she bent double to swathe her hair in a towel, his favourite view of any female. Her cheeks quivered as she towelled vigorously, patting her lightly pubed fleshy cunt, likening it to an overstuffed hamburger the way her inner labia was like the cheese overspill squeezed from the adjacent baps. Two curly crinkled lips.