Finally I was firmly in place and she started rocking back and forth again, slowly at first. It was a different sensation than a pussy, not better or ...worse, just… different. I saw that she had one hand at her pussy, frigging herself frantically.I knew I wouldn’t last long but I didn’t want to cum until I sensed that she was reaching that point as well. I needn’t have feared. Almost as soon as we started fucking back and forth with my hard cock in her ass, she started making a new sound, one I. It wasn't simply feeling weak that shamed her most of all, but that she actually took some enjoyment out of the way her heart thundered anxiously in her chest when he'd look at her. There was some conflict there, she felt almost as though she was betraying her nature by getting some small bit of pleasure from not having complete control of the situation.For a long time, there were only looks. Whatever Giles was feeling, he kept it to himself otherwise. He trained her as usual, operated. Sex was boring, normal, casual and consisted of one-night stands. Maybe it was the conversation that accompanied the sex, I don’t know.I used to frequent pubs that were classy and where you hoped to meet some high-flying executive that could shower you with presents but now, I prefer the normal pubs where you meet everyday sort of people. People that want to talk to you and not just look down your cleavage or up your skirt. I don’t even dress for the occasion anymore. I wear jumpers, jeans and. Once a week she'd allow me to perform self cleanings under her webcam supervision. She had it timed perfectly that the key would arrive on a certain day of the week and would get back to her as long as I mailed it the day after the cleaning. It was pretty convenient given the fact I hadn't found anyone locally to do the services she provided. Plus, she would randomly send pictures of herself to my phone to tease me. She knew I had a huge pantyhose fetish so I could expect random pictures of her.