“So ... if I ... wanted one of them to ride me ... facing me ... and you sit behind them, and finger them and Kiss them while I’m inside them?”S...he rolled her eyes, chuckled, and resumed the gentle rocking of her body. “Of course.”“Or ... maybe ... I could lie down, head in your lap again ... and the girls each giving me a blowjob, and—”“Jack, whatever you wish, they will perform. And I will join them ... to an extent, of course.” She chuckled, that womanly, dominatrix sorta chuckle, a chuckle. Her eyes were the brightest blue that only emphasized her lazy smile and casual manner. She was athletic, to be certain, and one could tell by her defined legs. Not too muscular, but smooth and toned. The rest of her gorgeous figure was never on display. She wore more conservative clothing, perhaps a sign of a businesswoman or executive. The modest clothes couldn’t do much to hide her sizable chest though. She was amazingly well-endowed and went to some lengths to hide that fact. Maybe she. As he edged towards me, I saw a wink before he gave me an innocent hug before he began to whisper in my ear. ‘You’re safe, for now,’ he whispered. I kept my mouth shut as I saw a man enter into the house wearing a brown sweater with salt and pepper hair on his head and goatee. He was about my height and stood there before Samuel introduced him. ‘This is Professor London. He’s my Lit professor,’ he said before the professor interrupted. ‘Please, call me Evan. I doubt this will seem a formal. I still feel her body vibrating beneath my legs with her never-ending anal orgasm that forced me to continue far beyond my normal limits. I confess I pumped the passionate ex-nun until we both fell to the floor covered in sweat and sticky juices.I also appreciate your discourse on the benefits of strap-on techniques when dealing with virgins uncertain about actual intercourse. I only recently purchased one for my cleaning lady who has stated an interest in exploring its use when I am in a.