Her hands started moving faster, pushing firmly against her breasts. They slipped under her tank top, pulling it up, and started playing with her nipp...es. She lightly pinched and twisted them, moaning slightly. Her hands dropped, but she left her tank top pulled up past her breasts. "Was that good sir?" I smiled at her. "Yeah. It was great. But we're not done yet!" She looked at me, intrigued. "What else do you have in mind?" There was my opportunity. I put on a mask of severity, and asked, "Do. I ate it all up. “I now want you to go into your closet and get out your suctioned cock. I want you to fuck yourself with it. I want you to fuck yourself in your ass. Get out of your dress and just leave on your intimate clothing. I want you to put your cum filled panties into your mouth and fuck yourself on the dildo.” I did as Master Ron said to do. I went into my closet and pulled out the eight inch dildo. It was suctioned cup. I put it on one of my wooden stools in my kitchen. I took off. "Just make sure he's worth taking back, okay? It wasn't you that caused this damned mess. Remember that, Mom."Tears in her eyes, Rachel nodded and patted Michael's hand on her cheek. "I should marry the son and forget the father," she joked, laughing through her tears. She sniffed and wiped her nose with the back of her hand. "I'm such a mess. I should probably say no. I haven't actually said yes, because I wanted to talk to you first and get your ... opinion." She was regaining control of. I told the hostess I was about to cum and asked her where she wanted it. She pulled her mouth off N, looked back making eye contact and said, “I want you to cum inside me, I want to feel it!”. That sent me over the point of no return and I gripped her hips burying my cock as deeply as I could while I pumped rope after rope of cum into her. My orgasm must have lasted thirty seconds or more while I bucked and thrashed against her emptying everything I had into her. This sent her over the edge.