I felt no guilt because I truly loved her. Still holding her, I began slowly pumping in and out of her. She gasped and moaned at each thrust, rocking ...her hips against mine. She begged me to go faster. I did so. Her squeals and moans became louder. The faster I went, the louder she got. It wasn't long before I felt my own orgasm coming. I didn't know what to do. "I'm going to cum soon," I spoke. She only smiled and kissed me. "Do it in me, daddy." "But, what if..." She stopped me with a kiss. . There was intense pressure on my balls by some hard thing and Barbara was pulling my balls. Then, I felt a cold hard thing close over my penis and heard a click. All I could do was moan into the stocking and Barbara said, "there, now there will be no more masturbating in my house!" I have the key and am going now to the bank to store it in my safety deposit box along with some jewelry. Barbara returned sometime later and said, "OK, here are the new rules. You dreamt of pleasing me, you will.. P."Today was no exception to the frantic rule. After working late the night before, she had gotten up early to finish the laundry, gas up the car and do some shopping before taking the two eldest boys to basketball camp.More shopping after dropping them off meant no time to change before she picked them up from the end-of-camp party. That meant she'd be wearing the same shorts, sweatshirt, and sneakers she had thrown on this morning after grabbing a quick shower, tying her dark hair in a. As I said, she was leaning back and now she had parted her legs just a bit, giving me an unobstructed view up her dress to the lacy black panties, covering her pussy. A few wisps of curly, of hair peeked out. This view produced an immediate hard-on. Leaning forward, Ms Paddyspurs asked, "Trouble Rob?" Tearing my eyes from her crotch, I stammered, "Nnno mmmam." She smiled, relaxed and leaned back again. I forced myself to return to the solution of the remaining problems.However, I frequently.