" Boston Tea Party!" Or our 5 o'clock tea party, whatever. We can teach you ways to find yourself a man. You can get fucked as much as you like." I ca...n't do it. I am a religious woman. Adultery is a sin." Don't be silly. To have a body like yours, and living without sex is the greatest sin." Wouldn't you consider to find yourself a lover?" Jill suggested innocently."But I love my husband. I have a family, a daughter." If your husband loved you, he would fuck you twice a day." Jill continued. "I. He growls beneath me. “I’ve slept in your bed every night,” I tell him, bending down to kiss his lips. “Take me there now.” His strongest arms lift me and we nearly stumble at his feet, which makes us giggle hard. Then he carries me, my arms around his neck as I kiss his ear, to his room. He tosses me down on his bed and climbs on top of me. His hands grabs my wrists and holds them above his head as he kisses my lips, bites my neck. He stops suddenly, pulls away. “No,” he says. “We can’t. This. Subconsciously, he registers the sound of Dr Gordon opening the zip of his trousers. He is aware of pressure from his own erection. The only other sounds are a steady stream of muted words of encouragement from Miss Sutton and Linda's deep breathing.Miss Sutton (having allowed Linda several minutes of intensely private self-stimulation now begins to work harder on the girl's breasts, kneading and squeezing the orbs, drawing out the engorged nipples): Faster, now, Linda. Show us how you. Suddenly he was snapping at his fly, wriggling out the limp snake of his pink cock. He held it in his hand as if he were asking her to look over a passage in a book. His prick looked like a huge hunk of salami in his fist.“Mr. Saunders! I don’t know what to say!” she began, staring at his cock in fascination. “It’s nice. I mean… it’s a fine-looking cock…”“Of course it’s a fine-looking cock! It’s one of the finest-looking cocks you’ll ever see! But does anyone ever see it, in this Godforsaken.