"Crossing Boundaries"

The sudden withdrawal of their hands left me feeling bereft and confused. Mrs. Jenkins and Emily stepped back, their faces still intent on mine. I was panting, my body still thrumming with arousal, and I felt a surge of disappointment at the loss of their touch. "Not yet," Mrs. Jenkins said, her voice husky and teasing. "We're just getting started." Emily's eyes sparkled with excitement as she reached up and pulled her shirt over her head. Her bra followed, and I felt a jolt of surprise as she revealed her full, round breasts. Mrs. Jenkins smiled, her eyes never leaving mine, as Emily began to massage her own breasts, her hands kneading the flesh. The air seemed to thicken, heavy with anticipation, as Emily took a step closer to me. She reached out, her hands wrapping around my cock once more. This time, however, she was not alone. She guided my body towards her breasts, her nipples brushing against my skin. As Emily began to move her breasts up and down my cock, I felt a surge of pleasure. The sensation was almost overwhelming, and I couldn't help but groan in response. Mrs. Jenkins watched with a keen eye, her face alight with excitement. "See how much he likes it, sweetie?" she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "He can't resist the pleasure." Emily's movements grew more confident, her breasts bouncing up and down my cock as she sought to maximize the pleasure. I was trapped, unable to move or escape the sensations that threatened to consume me. As they toyed with my body, I felt my resistance crumbling. I was completely at their mercy, forced to endure the pleasure they dished out. Mrs. Jenkins seemed to sense my surrender, her eyes gleaming with a knowing light. "Yes," she whispered, her voice husky with excitement. "We're going to enjoy this." The two women seemed to be feeding off each other's arousal, their bodies responding to the pleasure they were giving me. I was nothing more than a plaything, a toy for them to use and discard. And yet, as I looked into their eyes, I saw something more - a deep and twisted connection that went far beyond a simple game of pleasure and pain. As Emily's movements grew more frenzied, I felt myself teetering on the edge of climax. But just as I thought I was going to lose control, Mrs. Jenkins reached out and gently stroked Emily's hair. "Not yet, sweetie," she said, her voice low and husky. "We're not done yet."