You start moving in and out. You are using one hand for leverage, your other one is still mashing my breast, and I raise my hand to the other one and ...start pinching my nipple. You copy what I'm doing, and this symmetry feels so good. I resist trying to control your thrusts because now is about your orgasm, and I will manage to time mine against yours. You accelerate. Your thrusts are more forceful and more desperate, it’s like you are trying to go deeper and deeper inside me, trying to. Brenda and Louise were happy. Louise, the youngest of the four, was still the obvious head of the household—or perhaps she was simply a dom and they were all subs. Other than explaining my taxes while I was in a good learning mode, I didn’t have a lot of intimate time with Louise. Brenda, on the other hand, was prone to show up at odd times and flirt until either Rose or I took her to bed. Or both. Oh, those cheerleaders. Even the ones with PhDs.I spent afternoons in the office throughout the. It was opalescent, opaque and white and I also smelled it, even from within the baster. It did seem like their semen was much more voluminous, nutrient-filled and potent than Ed’s small loads of watery cum, and I got a little excited just thinking about it.I sheepishly took the baster in my hands as they left, and then headed for my bedroom. I took off all my clothes and lay back on the bed with a pillow under my ass, but it took me about a half hour to get the courage insert the tip in my. Looking at my selections I could not find the one for tonight. I kept sliding hangers to left looking at my choices. I had such girl clothes! Sighing I thought about just going to bed for the night when I heard the door open. Scared I tried to close the closet door, turn off my light, get in bed and take off my skirt, all at once. I didn’t get even one thing done. There I stood, short skirt, wet panties, topless and waiting for my punishment from dad. I froze, standing in front of my open.