My step mom's robe fell open and revealed her wonderfully, mature body. Her breasts are full and have a natural sag from their heft. Her nipples were ...still rock hard and resembled a swollen pencil's eraser. Her slim waist and taut stomach from mornings in the gym caught my eyes as they drifted south towards her panties. Her cotton whites were moist from her rubbing and were slightly askew, showing the left lips of her tender pussy. She watched my eyes and laughed."See anything you like?" she. It was a Friday and that meant her usual one hundred and a further five hundred from Rashumba. The guard gave her the hundred and wanted to go easy, in view of what she still had in store for her later in the day when Rashumba and James came visiting, but she knew Rashumba would spot it if she hadn't given Clemmy her due and so she was sore and softened up for Rashumba's marathon session.Rashumba prefaced her whipping with her usual insulting remarks about Clementine's rank stench and verminous. ” “Yes Mistress.” Mistress chuckled. “You must have spent a lot of time masturbating. How did you find time to do anything else.” “Mistress, I…” Brenda was clearly in distress now. “When I’m really, in the mood, it only takes me a few minutes to cum. “In the mood? You sound like Martha Stewart. Do you mean when you’re really horny?” “Yes Mistress.” “Then say it.” “Ahemm. When I’m really horny it only takes me a few minutes to make myself cum.” Did you masturbate often fantasizing about fucking. I wasn't so drunk that I couldn't function but as we were getting into the taxi he was definitely being a bit more handsy, putting his arms around my waist and grabbing my arse from time to time.We got back to the hotel and I chucked all the shopping on the floor and gave Martin a big hug to say thank you, he had spent a lot of money on me. I then realised there was only one bed and turned around and asked why? Martin said that he could sleep on the sofa and I could take the bed. Bearing in.