You did such a good job for Mommy. Mommy loves her little girly boy. Shh, shh, baby. It's all okay now.”As Mistress Mommy talked to me gently and lo...ingly, her wicked hand slid down to my penis and began stroking me to arousal again. As all the guests watched, my sobs turned to gasps as Mommy brought me to the brink again and again, only to back off at the last possible moment and snatch my dearly earned orgasm from me.At last, when I was panting with lust, my face red and with me willing to do. ..Does it embarrass you to be down on the floor like this...in your underwear...having to touch yourself while I watch?"Carol knew I was talking to her—that this wasn't part of the scenario—even though I was still calling her Miss Santiago. She tore her gaze away from mine and looked down. After a moment I heard her say, in what sounded almost like a moan, "Yes." I think you mean, 'Yes, Mr. Black." Yes, Mr. Black." And you feel...ashamed? Humiliated?"This time her answer was barely a whisper.. I saw that there were no patients waiting as always is the case. I walked towards the bedroom, where I saw a man sitting at his table staring at his laptop. He hurriedly closed the lid of his laptop when he saw me. He was around 55 years old, with grey hair, tall and looked healthy. The wrinkles on this face gave away his age. He motioned me to sit. I sat on the small stool near his chair.The stool had revolving seat and I told him my dad’s name and he immediately recognized him. He asked me. Again he resumed playing with her bra covered tits while kissing Jane's neck and earlobes. Steve then freed her big tits from the confines of her bra in the same way he had freed Lynn's tits earlier that night. After playing with her bared tits and instantly hard nipples some more, Steve turned Jane to face him and they began to kiss deeply, their tongues doing battle, first in her mouth, then his. As Steve's hands wandered down to seek her pussy and arse, he wondered if Lynn would try and spy.