.." she moaned her response."Let me tell you a little secret... I have a policy that I go by. A rule of my own that I always follow. Would you like to... know what that rule is, Kim" Please... oh, please..." My rule is that when I am with a woman, especially a beautiful woman like you, I don't stop fucking them until they can't walk away. If you get up and can make it to that door right over there, we aren't done fucking!"I didn't need to hear her "Oh, God, Mr. Longfellow!" or the pleading. "Very nice dear," he says as he turns round in his chair, then he sees what I'm wearing!"Oh, my God, Sandy, you're surely not going out like that?"I giggle and swivel round letting him look at my bottom. I know that my cheeks are peeking out from under the hem of my micro mini skirt, and I also know that he loves looking at sexy young girls in very short skirts."Don't be such an old prude, daddy," I laugh, "All the girls are wearing short skirts nowadays!" Yes, I know that darling, but bloody. He turned to face her mostly because Bernadette had called him a boy. He was sixteen now, and didn’t want the last thing all these kids to see him do was scurry home like a little boy. Hilda Mae’s attitude also had something to do with it. He knew he had crossed a very dangerous line back there in the woods. He had crossed lines all day. But she had clearly crossed lines too, some of them with him, and she didn’t sound at all unhappy about it. She had even covered for his panic.“We’ll talk. I will arrive at your house at five to prepare and instruct you on your duties! Now let me speak to my slut!" I stated."Hello Master Ray." Esther's cheered voice boomed as she took the phone. I asked her how went Sunday with her new ornaments. She responded by confessing that she had endured seven orgasm's not of her own making. I asked her to explain and she said, "Well. Master, because you're not around, I wear panties and with this barbell pressing my clit forward and out, it rubs against my.