Then Ned beckoned No 3 into their bed and the threesome spent an hour fingering and sucking. No 3 showed Julie some tricks and they were careful not t...o bring Ned to release. Julie learned and practiced new skills she could use in her eventual evaluation assessment later that week. Ned dismissed No 3 with a ‘thank you’ kiss. The yoga session lasted longer. Then Ned gave Julie some pointers on the dual massage types. Julie was quicker and more efficient today and her oily hands and chest took. She would squirm and kick her legs, squeezing her slender muscular thighs around my hand, blocking my access to her wet vagina. So the solution? Well, once again, it was Claire’s suggestion and then my online purchase that got us a set of “Under Bed Restraint Straps,” or just “the straps” as we hence referred to them. Finally, one sunny Friday morning, the package arrived. Just home from classes and with a long night of parties ahead, Claire tore open the package and helped me get the straps. Anton Karswell was behind me. He knew my name even though we have never met before. I had to support myself with the tree. I continued to watch the couple for several monutes. Karswell gave a long deep cry and I mentally imagined his semen flowing deep into his young companion. It was a few minutes vefore Karswell finally dislodged himself and ucked his cock into his trousers. The boy was beginning to recover and was standing on rubbery legs. I gelt a cold chill of fear when the moon was lost. “Hi, Amelia.” She said it like it was a diagnosis. She didn't hold out her hand. I shook it anyway. “Like Amelia Bedelia?” “What?” “Didn’t you read when you were a child?” “Um…yeah, but…” “You sure? You’re not illiterate? Well, I can tell you’re not illiterate, but—aha.” I nodded. “I bet you stayed back in kindergarten.” “What?” “Listen, I saw you almost fall on your ass back there. There’s only two possibilities. You’re high out off your gourd, or you need to pay a visit to the dum-dum store.”.