Before she got started I showed her my sketches. She cried as she flipped through them slowly. She said that it was as if I had read her mind because ...she had been thinking about the very same house in her dreams too. As a Psychologist she could not understand what was going on but as a woman in love she understood completely. She confessed to having a waterbed filled with ocean water from the seven seas that she sleeps on every night.Then Ariel undressed and had me undress too. She turned on an. . as butler, it is none of my business to know my mistress’ lovers’ names) behind her fucking her. Her face was lost in pleasure as he pumped at her open pussy from behind. I stood and watched as the man lost his own control and fucked my mistress like a dog in heat. I could hear her moans and cries all the way to the house. “Yes, fuck me harder!” In that instant, I imagined it was my dick making my mistress scream those words. When I became visibly hard, I had begun to stroke my cock through. When my three-month deadline finally hit, we were at a point, where we needed to see each other daily, sometimes even hourly. Mornings I would either wake up to my telephone ringing in my ear, or it was the first thing I reached for after getting up. At noon, in the cafeteria, we unconsciously gravitated to sitting together. Evenings and weekends found us again, no matter what we had to do, doing it as a couple.My three-month deadline found us also as a known couple on campus. People spoke of. As she was cleaning my cock, she thanked me for my cum and told me that she'll be by my place later. A couple of hours later, she showed up and practically jumped me. "I loved the way you fucked my face, may you fuck my pussy as well?" she asked, almost begging me. Of course I said yes, and she led me in to my bedroom. When she got there she took off her top, and bent over my bed, showing me that she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt. Her pussy was already dipping wet, and already had my.