She fucking sparkled for two days afterward telling me how fantastic it was to fuck him and how she’d like to do it again and how superior he was. A...nd, Tim, Lilly didn’t call out my name in her next orgasm with me. She called out John’s. I was pissed. Lucky for him I’m a psychologist and I like him. It was partly my fault for not overseeing the study.“John hasn’t stopped apologizing for his part in the affair. All three of us know their affair was an unintended consequence, we know it now, but. I haven't forgotten your bleeding lip." I will dad, don't worry." It's my job to worry. And your's is to say, 'Yes dad.'" Yes dad. I promise." Alright then. Call me, if you find out anything useful. I have to go. Bye." Bye dad."Sally put down the phone and picked up Jessie's picture. Looking at it she wished she had a better picture to work with, hating the fact that Jessie was being hurt in this one. She put aside her feelings however and quickly entered the picture again. Sally didn't waste. Mommy liked to have at least one of my orgasms be by my own hand each day while she (and sometimes her friends) watched and made humiliating comments. After cumming 5 times per day, the last two days it had become difficult, especially by the end of the day.As I lay there, a beautiful blonde lady came into the room. Mistress put me in shameful situations constantly, and while I had learned to accept them, my cheeks still burned with shame to be seen like this – buck naked and bound to a table. I want to taste it.” I have passed the point of no return. I relax my leg muscles a bit and keep pumping, which helps to prolong it. I slide my whole body forward and back using my arms instead of pumping my hips. The orgasm approaches, but when it feels like it would shoot across the room I can play the tricks that would normally make it subside to prolong it. I start to moan as the feeling builds to the first pulse. A torrent of cum is about to be released with the convulsion shooting my.