He's never done any of this before, so I don't want to push him too hard too fast. I turn my hand around so the smooth back of my fingernail is now tr...cing a line along the length of his impressive rod. As I run it to the tip, I turn my hand back over and rub gentle swirls on top of his dickhole with my thumb. After pulling away, some precum detaches itself from the hole and clings to my thumb. I move my glazed thumb to my mouth and smear my son's pre-ejaculate onto my tongue and savor its. I couldn't believe how terrific her lips felt on my now soft and sensitive skin. As she kissed my neck and upper chest, I felt her deftly remove my bra. The release of my breasts from the bra's confines was incredibly electrifying. The air on my now bare nipples only served to cause a sensation of tension to build in my breasts. I soon found myself squirming from the soft gentle touch of her hand caressing my breast. The power intensified as her warm moist mouth succulently suckled each of my. She was on her knees, her legs spread wide so that her shaved snatch was lewdly displayed for the camera, and her fingers danced over her own flesh until she came again. And there was a camera. And she was staring at it. And she was chanting. Marie heard her own voice, a docile monotone repeating, ‘Master owns me, I am a good slave girl, Master owns me, I am a good slave girl,’ over and over and over again. Marie wondered how long she’d been saying it. Marie wondered why she wasn’t stopping.. Describe them. Details. You know what I want. He knew. He gave the deets while throbbing hard, each treacherous revelation one more self-inflicted wound to his teacher’s battered conscience. Alice’s jean-clad ass on dress-down charity Fridays. Esther’s boobs and hips, hugged tight in woollen dresses (thereby slinking through a loophole in the school’s dress code). Olivia’s lissom smoothness, wrapped up in business-wear, gold pendent kissing that tasteful hint of cleavage. Christ… Putting words.