I continued to fuss around the bed, keeping my eyes lowered concentrating in the job in hand, I cannot deny Major Morris makes me quite nervous, where...as Lady Morris is a kind, sweet, quiet lady. Straightening up when I had finished to admire my handy work, I was distracted by him sitting in a chair watching me intently.‘Come over here.’ he demanded.Obediently I walked over and stood next to the chair, Major Morris is over 6 foot tall but evening sitting down next to my small frame he seemed. Just when I thought I could not get turned on any further, Courtney withdrew the glass rod from her pussy then she inserted the drippy wet instrument into her mouth. The girl licked it, she sucked it, and then she rubbed it all over her nipples and tits. A loud gasp escaped from my mouth. I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath. Nor did I realize I had unconsciously pushed Courtney’s bathroom door open for a better view. Upon hearing my gasp, my niece just naturally turned to stare at. She was shivering and humiliated. The screams for help came from the pit of her stomach and echoed against the cavern walls.He took his time unzipping his pants, enjoying her screams. Subduing her to this point had made him hard, but he wanted to make this last. One hand slipped his engorged, rather large member out, while the other reached out to explore her slit. He realized something interesting then: her hymen was still intact. A vicious grin split his face, and without warning, he slammed. It's never a good idea to be first but perhaps that may not be the case, for something like this. The curious feeling of being appraised by men and women as I come into the room is a strange and unfamiliar one. I suppose it's something women have to put up with all the time, in the vanilla world, but I've never experienced it before. I'm not sure how, or even if, to introduce myself but decide just to be straightforward: "Hi," I say, "I'm Joe."I almost add "and I'm interested in BDSM" but then.