Anyway, one of the hands came round to my stomach and then down to my clit. I had a second orgasm just as the barman brought me my drink.When my brain... returned to the reality of the situation, I picked up my drink and turned around and saw about half a dozen young men all looking at me. My pussy was tingling as I started to push my way through the men, their hands reaching for a final grope.Part of me wanted to stay put but I knew that if I did I’d end up getting fucked by at least one of them. The Librarian had her fair hair tied into a bun, pulled so tight that the skin on her face was squeezed of blood flow and looked like glazed porcelain. I had seen her a number of times but had never spoken to her in conversation, other than the usual polite monosyllabic exchanges when handing books over for stamping or returning. The library was empty this close to closing time and she looked bored, her blank listless look emphasising the plainness of her features.“Oh yes, sir,” she replied. Now it's just one of the myriad of ways that I'm expected to pamper her when she's at home. I will admit that I enjoy it every bit as much as she does. Jennifer has a voluptuous body and washing her is a labor of love. As I was bathing my wife I casually asked, "Where is the dinner party tonight?" "The Traver's house." I raised my eyebrows. The Traver's House was one of Chicago's most exclusive restaurants. "You're dining in style this evening." Jennifer nodded. "Kendall is entertaining several. Nobody whatever their sexual preferencesshould be treated like that.Sometimes in my head I was the mistress and Ellie was my pet. I wouldmake her go down on me and slowly lick, nibble, tongue fuck and lap upmy juices till I eventually came. If she was a good pet I would rewardher with a finger fuck. Other times the idea of her straddling my headand lowering herself onto my face, so I could explore every nook andcranny of her hot steamy sex, appealed. I would nibble her lips, run mytongue from.