Clean canvass. I hold up each dress, blouse, skirt, bra, panty, stockings, and shoes. In between placing each item where I now wanted them in the clos...et or dresser, I touch my breast and nipple or my pussy. My nipples are erect. My pussy is seeping. God, I have missed this feeling. What are my desires for my life? They are proud of me …* * * *Friday night. I am dressed and anxious. I am wearing one of Mr. Baldwin’s favorite dresses, a black, form-fitting dress that hugs all my mature curves.. ” As I sat there confused by what she meant I saw her look at me and said “Turn around”. I started to and then was helped as she grabbed my ass, and put it in front of her. She bent down under the bed and grabbed a strap-on, after taking a few seconds to put it on I felt it go up my ass and again I was showered by the pleasure of anal sex.As John’s mom was fucking me I asked if John and I could kiss, but was told to suck that giant cock of his. I did what I was told willingly and took that. To her Fane was the most wonderful teacher of her youth. Porter was convinced that she must have had a crush on the man when she studied under him and that colored her perceptions.Gilly kept Porter a bit off balance though. Alin was her constant companion during the day. He had long, thin fingers and an acerbic wit. Gilly and Alin were very close as longtime confederates. Even though Porter never saw them hug or touch each other, there was a shared intimacy, which Porter could see but could not. See, for years I’d fantasised about it, and today I was determined to actually make it happen. It had become some-what of an obsession and I wanted it so bad. I was so excited, for today I was about to let a total stranger use me as his sex-toy, being totally submissive, letting him do whatever he wanted. My own dick already throbbed at just the thought of it. I’d lost count of how many nights I’d spent alone, just me, a tub of Vaseline and my 10 inch toy, buried deep inside me, imagining it.