After walking to a farm home, she found an old man's shirt and pants on a scare-crow in the garden, and "borrowed" them to cover her nakedness. Then, looking like a bum, she slowly found her way back to the city and cocksucking her home. It took her two days but she did it. Her feet were so blistered cumshot she couldn't walk for a week. This is part 2 of my Journal. I started writing it when I made a bold decision to change my life. I left my dull existence in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a man in the East Midlands of England. It is a decision that I will never regret. I have never been so happy and never had so much pleasure. Vanessa Week commencing May 11 Had an accident on Wednesday japanese while I was doing the washing-up and broke a plate. Jon immediately put me over his knee and gave me 10 smacks with his hand. It was all over before I really realised what was happening. But not quick enough for me to miss the lump in his trousers that was pressing into my stomach. When it was over. I thanked him for giving me what I deserved, and asked him if could show him how sorry I was by giving him relief to the bulge in his trousers. No sooner that he had said, “yes,” I unzipped him and took him in my mouth. He has good staying power because it took me nearly 10 minutes fantasy to get him to cum. I kept sucking until he had gone soft. The good weather didn’t hold, and by Thursday we were getting thunderstorms. Half way through the Thursday night, I went into Jon’s room, and ask if oriental I could get into bed with him. As usual for the middle of the night he just grunted and went back to sleep. I woke up next morning, with Jon on top of me, holding my wrists above my head, and pumping in and out of me. It’s a brilliant way to wake up. Saturday May 16 It was now 3 weeks since I started my new job, and after breakfast Jon sat me down and asked me what my feelings were. He said that I should speak freely and that nothing I said would be the cause of any punishment. I told him all about the thought that I had had the previous Saturday morning. I nodded. She was enjoying the bit of control that she had, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. She gasped, coughing, her eyes fluttering. An entire history of conflict, all of which now felt somehow inconsequential when compared to the beating storm in her heart. “Cunt?” gasped Jophiel, her pussy squeezing on me as she rose up my shaft again. Amy was blonde, 5'6”, very pretty and her business attire was “sassy-casual” (a term that she had made up) with white blouse unbuttoned at the top, short white skirt (with thong underwear to avoid panty-lines), a cute pair of knee-length black go-go boots and cumshot stylish glasses that accentuated her pert nose, cute freckles and blue eyes. THUD First of all, I'm very glad we chose this path. I didn't know why her marriage didn't work out, but it wasn't because she realized she was a lesbian late in life. A woman couldn't love another woman the same way a woman could love a man. This was merely the first fuck of many cocksucking this evening. What a wonderful sight. I gasped as Victoria grabbed my dick. Ronja tried to roll with the emotions again, but the magical feeling was gone. Seconds later, she appeared again, still wearing that japanese same oriental expressionless look on her face. He probably needs to mate again, I'd be doing the our family's rottweiler fantasy a favor and it'll make the kids happy, our husband won't talk about getting rid of him. He had to think we were going to have sex.