And, aroused, would she pull her nightshirt up above her slinky young hips and play with herself as well? Would she part those velvety thighs and just dig her knowing fingertips into her soft, squelching cunt as he himself so desperately had longed to do, prodding herself inside to relieve the terrible erotic tensions her own wicked tantalizing had caused? How beautiful that would be…
And as she gasped out her climax in unison with him, would she let him spray her pretty face with his c*m? Could he soak the creamy outside of her as he so longed to soak the slick pink inside of her, gout after gout of his undeniable seed pulsing out onto her face, thick and salty and hot, shiny wet pearls so symbolic of his affections for her? To Janet a diamond necklace, and to his little servant—his swee
