Then the line went dead.It took me a little while to stop shaking. By two I was slowly getting myself ready and massaged my sore ass which help me rel...x a little. Inserting my butt plug I greased it up before hand to ease my poor ass from being sore. Fresh sweatpants and a tee shirt covered my slim build. The more I move around with the plug in, the less my worries concerned me. Walking down the hall was a mix of pain and pleasure. By the time I got to the living room I was moaning every couple. When she bent over to pour me a glass a drink at breakfast I always tried to look into her blouse to try to catch a glimpse of her large 38D breasts. A couple of times I was rewarded by the sight of her nipple. It was the size of a thimble, centered in a light brown areola that covered much of the end of her breast.I lusted after my Mum. What hormone driven teenager wouldn't? I tried to sneak peeks at her when she was dressing or undressing, look down her cleavage or up her skirt. I found it. "Can I please orgasm?" "No. This is a punishment not a reward. But you can lick your fingers clean." Jessica slowly raised her fingers to her lips. She stuck them in, one at a time, and sucked them clean. They came out glistening. "Alright," I said. "Start playing with yourself again. But as I said before, you are not allowed to orgasm." This punishment continued, and by the tenth time Jessica was told to play with herself, she moaned out that she was close within seconds. "Stop." She removed. He licked the tip of his index finger and rubbed her tattoo with the moistened digit.Lauren laughed at him, “It doesn’t come off...”“Well, your approach is so very different than your Sisters that I had to check. What about the pledge to maintain your virginity until your wedding night?” he asked.“Oh, that silly thing,” she scoffed. “I held to it, but it didn’t help my marriage one bit. I was divorced within two months, and that’s when I was finally able to start exploring my own sexuality and.