And if they thought that giggling was unlikely, Anita couldn’t begin to imagine what they would think if they could see her racing through the evening traffic on those special nights, often with one hand on the wheel and the other inside the pants of her conservative business clothes, cupping and squeezing herself through her panties, her mouth hanging open with excitement
. And when he judged that she had reached that point he would put his reading aside again, then simply snap his fingers at her again and make a peremptory gesture towards the front of his pants.
. He was totally reliant on her - she his mistress, and he… her prisoner, at her complete mercy, yet obliged to be grateful that she was tending him also. Jason looked so much like him, and his mannerisms, the way he came out with things sometimes, reminded Carol so much of Cliff
And if they thought that giggling was unlikely, Anita couldn’t begin to imagine what they would think if they could see her racing through the evening traffic on those special nights, often with one hand on the wheel and the other inside the pants of her conservative business clothes, cupping and squeezing herself through her panties, her mouth hanging open with excitement
. And when he judged that she had reached that point he would put his reading aside again, then simply snap his fingers at her again and make a peremptory gesture towards the front of his pants.
. He was totally reliant on her - she his mistress, and he… her prisoner, at her complete mercy, yet obliged to be grateful that she was tending him also. Jason looked so much like him, and his mannerisms, the way he came out with things sometimes, reminded Carol so much of Cliff
And if they thought that giggling was unlikely, Anita couldn’t begin to imagine what they would think if they could see her racing through the evening traffic on those special nights, often with one hand on the wheel and the other inside the pants of her conservative business clothes, cupping and squeezing herself through her panties, her mouth hanging open with excitement
. And when he judged that she had reached that point he would put his reading aside again, then simply snap his fingers at her again and make a peremptory gesture towards the front of his pants.
. He was totally reliant on her - she his mistress, and he… her prisoner, at her complete mercy, yet obliged to be grateful that she was tending him also. Jason looked so much like him, and his mannerisms, the way he came out with things sometimes, reminded Carol so much of Cliff
