Suddenly, feeling I was on the verge of exploding, I pulled my cock out with a pop then knowing I didn’t want to shoot my load, pulled her up and ro...ghly pushed her to the bed she had just made. She was on her back, her feet on the floor with her short black uniform high on her soft smooth thighs. I got down on my knees, spreading her legs and started licking her pussy through her soaked black panties, my darting tongue trying to break the barrier to get my tongue deeper while she lifted her. "Yes, I do mistress," she said softly. "Call me ojousama, that would be my proper title to you," I replied. "Ojousama?" she asked. "That is the title of a dominatrix in Japan, and it's an honorable one. She is the one tasked with training the young Geisha in the arts of sexual gratification." I told her. "Then please teach me, take me, I'm yours," she called to me almost in desperate need. I kneeled to her face as her tongue found it's way to my pussy then to my hard clit sending the. " Yes, I've thought of that. Are you going to be able to convince him? I mean you are supposed to be without one of your arms." I asked Rigal hoping that we could pull this off."I've got no problem there. As much as I hate that son of a bitch, my anger can mask almost anything." Rigal replied his face twisting in a mask of anger. "With all he has done to my mother I've got no problem helping you end him."I nodded; anger was at times one of the best motivators. The only problem with it is that. And that night, after I cleaned the kitchen I started on the living room. My father had left his work jacket on the sofa in the living room where he always threw it. I picked it up, and as I went down the hall toward their bedroom to hang it by their door, I heard something that made my heart stop and my blood run cold. Something I had never heard before. I heard my Mom’s voice—it had to be Mom only because there was no way it could have been Dad—her voice sounded unfamiliar, unearthly, and.