Mmmm! Alright, here let me help you with that... you naughty boy..." I raised my skirt up to my tummy and I pulled off my panties, which were now slig...tly wet, tossing them to the side. The only thing stopping me before was that I thought it seemed wrong since he was my dogg and all that. But the truth was that he caught me at a time of weakness since it had been years since my last man and I once I felt Scooters wet sloppy tongue on my cunt suddenly none of that other stuff seemed to matter.. I whispered to her to hold still while I relaxed slightly. She leant forward and lay quietly with her head on my shoulder and my cock up to its hilt inside her. I gently stroked her back and I don't suppose anyone else noticed in the semi darkness, with the loud music that we were actually fucking. Suddenly I noticed she was gently moving her hips in tune with the beat of the party music and I responded by twitching my cock deliberately to match the rhythm. We didn't dare do anything too. She didn’t have the thick bush that I had imagined when jerking off. She had on fishnet stockings held up by leather garter straps dangling from the corset and knee-high boots polished to such a gleam that reflections flashed over the black surface.“Well, well, well,” purred Ms. Petrov. She sauntered around her desk. “What a delectable treat you’ve raised, slave.”“Thank you, Ms. Petrov,” my mother said, not rising to the slave designation. My mother was this woman’s sex slave. The reality was. He said ok lay down on the bed.he said open your legs,and he kissed my belly button and went down on between my legs and started to kiss me there.does that hurt,i say no feels nice,is started to moan a little,he SHHH be quiet,am i hurtin you,NO.then he found my button and started to lick it ,i grab the pilow to cryout in it.then more he licked the better it felt,something was happening to me,i started lifting my but off the bed to meet his tongue.I could not take it any more i felt like i had.