The mirror on the side of the bed ran all the way from the top to the bottom of the closet door and Misty’s performance on her knees showed Josie ju...t how seriously she considered the assignment with the Johnson’s to be a priority celebration of the value of oral and anal loving in a submissive role for babysitter staff.Misty’s lips were stained with Mr. Johnson’s copious load of man spunk and his wife was nibbling on Josie’s stepmother’s boobs like she was having a snack in the late night. Did I really just tell her the only reason she’s alive is so I could meet her and be happy? I am terrible beyond measure. ‘Well then, I guess I’d better spend the rest of it with you then.’ I could feel her smiling through my shirt. If you were to ask me when I realized just how deeply she cared for me, it was right then. She was willing to say that her life before me was meaningless, and that life without me would be just as meaningless. That is a terrible and powerful thing, both to say and. ..the fuck!?!?!" Sean looked at her, looked at his cock, now rocking back and forth involuntarily in pulsing stiffness, then looked back at her. "You don't cum until I say you do!", Amy said with a sexy but smug look. Sean didn't know how to react! He was frustrated, apprehensive but exponentially aroused! He adjusted himself on the bed and accepted his fate. Amy climbed back on, this time letting her perfect D cups hang down between his cock, wrapping them around it. She grabbed them and slid. They were narrow straps, braided into a harness. The sturdy leather had been waxed and polished. There were gleaming steel eyelets, buckles, studs and rings — big round ones that connected the straps; well-worn D-rings that suggested limitless applications. Before laying the harness out on the rug, Angique had taken it to her face, inhaling the leather's arousing age-old scent. Then she rubbed it with her thumbs, kissing it, remembering..."How I envy you, Anna," she murmured, letting her eyes.