." "That's when you really start conditioning him to wear the leather garments you pick out for him. By the fourth blow job, you'll be randomly making...him strip, making him wear something different, maybe even something uncomfortable for him." "I like the idea, but I want more than just control over his wardrobe." "I know. I promise you by the fifth or sixth blow job, he'll be willing to do whatever you say. The key is to give him the first two within a week of each other, then make them wait. Well, he found the car – Jesus, why do the British have to call a baby Chevrolet a Vauxhall – dumped his bags in the trunk and followed the signs leading to the M4. Reasonable highway, 3 lanes, 70 mph speed limit, and moderate traffic – so far so good. There were a few green bits over to the left but he was too intent on driving on the left hand side to really decide if they were farms or what. So, for the first few miles, it was mainly the signs announcing upcoming exits that caught his eye. He massaged my clit with building speed, paying close to attention to the way my body responded. On and on he went, while I wriggled on the desk, softly biting on my knuckles as he tongue fucked me. His enthusiasm was unrelenting. Finally, he shoved his tongue deeply inside me while hitting my g-spot in just the right way to trigger an intense whole bodied climax. I exploded in waves of pleasure, writhing helplessly in his grip. It was unbelievable. I felt a gush of pussy juices and I knew I. . and squeezable. And they pressed together in just the perfect way, creating an absolute canyon of cleavage in whatever she wore. Her nipples seemed like they were always hard because they showed through seemingly every top she had. It was as if she was constantly horny. It was like those nipples were just begging to be sucked on.Mom was stacked in every way. Her belly was flat and sexy, displaying the benefits of yoga and her exercise routine. Her legs were long and firm and her ass... holy.