She bobbed, lapped and licked, moaned and groaned. I rested my neck on the back of my seat, closed my eyes and thrilled to the soft, cool, wet mouth s...ucking on my stiff tube. Gaynor gave one last firm suck, released me and sat up. “Back seat, honey,” she said and we got out of the car. I clung on to the waist of my trousers, my cock swaying in the warm night’s breeze. At the rear passenger door, Gaynor pulled her mini-skirt up to her waist and rolled down her panties, stepping out of them and. Jimmy still lived with their parents, about an hour away. To say I was stunned was an understatement. ‘I. Will. Not!’ ‘You will, Harriet.’ We both heard the ‘or else’ dangle at the end of that sentence and both knew he didn’t have it in him. Poor Daddy. He never had to develop an inner disciplinarian – there was no need – and now it was too late. After seventeen years of cajoling me to eat enough to stay alive, he now had a strong-willed, independent woman on his hands. O brave new world! Just. I met my husband when I was a junior investment banker in my mid 20’s and he was a receptionist. I specifically made him get me coffees and nobody else. I do think without the Matriarchy and my GIS (Government issued strapon) given to me around that time I wouldn’t have had the confidence and power to keep rising past intermediate.What I’m trying to say is, I fucked him a couple of times in the office before taking it outside of work and eventually marrying him.He is a. You know how shit gets at school?” Rachel perked up but no one else spoke. “I heard people talking about a sex tape. Someone filmed themself fucking someone else, someone’s boyfriend found out, boo hoo hoo. The next person I hear mention that, I’m dragging straight into my office.”I felt sure that Rachel was listening to her high school guidance counselor confirm her worst fears: that half the school had seen her naked and debased at the hands of some older guy. Instead, she giggled. I.