“Good Afternoon, Father.”“Are you or are you not still being punished, young lady?”“I am still being punished, father.”“Then you will ad...ress me as “Sir”. I assume your Master would find that acceptable, given the current state of affairs?”I nodded when she looked to me, and she said, “Master agrees, Sir.”“Good, good. I gather from your sister slave that you have things to tell me as part of your punishment, young lady?”“Yes Sir.”“So, when the sweet voice of Miss Adrian is speaking, you will be. I then started sucking her fingers, immersing them in my saliva. She gave in. She now sucked her own fingers, as if to swallow my saliva.I spat on her fingers. She licked them up. She spat inside my mouth. It felt like nectar. Then we started licking and deep french kiss. I put my tongue under the lower roof of her mouth. She said I taste like caramel custard. While our tongues were playing, my hand was pressing firmly on her waist.She was moaning. I tore up her dress. Now our nude bodies were. “As I said, I’m not sure that they’ll fit.” Well, the guy’s tight jeans were another precaution. “You won’t see me in a suit; that’s for sure. I don’t work Christmas Eve.” Okay. Her jeans would be her only protection. They were enough. Hell! Eric’s niceness was enough.“But I can wear jeans?”“I’d love that.” He seemed actually positive about the idea. Which meant that he was thinking about seeing her shape, and not thinking about seeing her -- and worse feeling her or entering her -- naked. We rolled back over to where I was on top. I rode him cowgirl style. I bounced up and down on his dick like a woman possessed. My large tits bouncing up and down like two large net balls, He held the bottom of the headboard so he could push deeper into me,“Baby, I’m gonna cum! Oooohhhh!” I cried as my second orgasm hit. I collapsed on top of him, his cock embedded deep inside me.He rolled back on top of me, got on his knees between my legs. He lifted my legs up and began to pound into me. With.