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| Photo Update 62 | ||||||||||||||||
Hi, and welcome to my latest update. I would like to remind you all that the number of videos that I have posted is increasing. Why not visit the SC video page and check the films I have uploaded. Download the ones you like and then you can see me in action, either alone or with my friends, and you get to keep and enjoy them forever. The number of stills online is now in excess of 6800 pictures. Blimey! There I was just getting ready to go out shopping and have coffee with my "bestie" friend when my landlord phones as he has a habit of doing and it seems always at the most inconvenient time. Damn him - I wonder if he watches to see if I'll be here. My mind takes a massive sideways leap. I wonder if he is the peeping tom who I nearly caught that was looking through my bedroom window while I was waiting with Mr Clicky to do a shoot, in the all blue outfit. I wonder. As you all know, I am a very polite, nice girl so I hold the conversation, saying "yes" and "no" at all the appropriate moments, while my thoughts are wandering off thinking about what outfits to buy later today and remembering how pushy my girlfriend is at getting me to dress up "more girly". But I do need some new things that I can wear to please my members. She really hasn't got a clue what I get up to in my spare time, if only she knew!! And if I were to buy some 'kinky' things, or even venture into the sex shop for toys, she would probably have a fit! Well he just droned on and on and on, as people who have nothing to say will do, just so they can hear their own voice. Time was of the essence and I was getting bored, so I did put in a "giggle" every now and then to make sure he thought I was still listening to him. I even went and made a cup of coffee. One of the expressions that Mr C had used during one of our regular moan sessions came into my brain, all on its own. It goes 'If I come over and choke you it's not that I don't like you. It's just that I've had too much caffeine and you're starting to piss me off'. Ha ha ha. Anyway, to spice things up a little I thought that I had a much better way of listening to him. So I put the phone down, and quickly dropped my jeans, picked the phone up again and shoved down into my pantyhose, tight up against my cunt when another thought got into my brain (good day, this). Did this mean, for a change, he was talking through my ass instead of his own! Oh, and look, I'm being a bad girl. I'm going out with no panties on! This is the funny bit. I realise that phones can vibrate when you use them but I did not know that I could pleasure myself so well using those little numbers on the front of the phone. Well I never, wonders never cease - the landlord has just made me cum, and by 'phone sex' at that. My orgasms can be very vocal, and I don't know if I made much noise or whether he heard me. I don't actually know what happened to the landlord, what he was thinking or doing although I suspect he may have had his prick in his hand and was 'fucking his fist'! I couldn't have cared less because I was away on planet Jupiter, moaning for more. I think I may just confront him about this, and say I saw him peeping, to see if I can get a rent discount. Blackmail is such a dirty word! I told Mr C about this a couple of days later. Oddly, it seemed as if he was erecting a tent in his trousers. Well, erecting something anyway. I might just remove one demerit from his punishment book for that, but if I talk dirty enough and make him cum in his trousers, I might even remove ten! He says can we do a set of that sometime and see if you can get the phone right in. Your members will love that. Yeah, so will you, I thought! Love as always Molly XX |
