She always had her hair in a knot so it didn't get in front of her glasses. She wore black high heels, black stockings and a dark green skirt to her k...neecaps. Her blouse was white but she wore a jacket vest over the blouse. Her had thinner lips, long smooth legs, her eyes a peircing shade of brown. She had B-cup sized breasts.The Ripper lusted.He felt his want, his need, aching in his privates. He growled under his breath in frustration everytime he saw her. His blackish yellow teeth gnashed. The table allowed me to restrain her ankles with her legs nicely parted for easy access to her wet hole. I couldn’t help but sneak a look up her skirt, and from the looks of things she was already starting to get nice and wet. There was a dark spot on the crotch of her underwear that was very promising. I couldn’t wait to show her just how easily she could be stimulated on this table.With all the restraints in place I went to her head and quietly told her what would happen. “Laura, you need to. ” Cindy obligingly got down on her knees and sucked Frannie off for the second time, frigging herself to orgasm as she did, not too long after swallowing her second load of cum for the evening she passed out. Frannie badgered and cajoled her to her feet and into the bedroom, got her night clothes on and tucked her in.Later when Bob and Jim came home Frannie explained that the wine had been a bit too much for Cindy and she had gone to bed early.“Well” said Jim, “we aren’t much for drinking,. ‘My favorite Italian food,’ Shella agreed with a grin. ‘Where’s your glass of wine?’ Dex asked Shella suddenly. ‘I didn’t want a glass,’ Shella answered. ‘So, Paul, what do you do?’ Dex asked. ‘I’m a teacher,’ Paul answered. ‘University level. I teach history,’ he added. Dex chuckled. ‘Of course you do,’ he muttered. ‘So, Shella, how come you and Dex aren’t together anymore?’ Netalia wanted to know. ‘It’s a long story,’ Dex answered, glancing over at Shella. ‘And not one to discuss right now,’.