” Suzanne blanched. Dominique’s threats had to be taken seriously. “Bring our drinks and some towels for my guest before I call Ms. Delacroix fr...m the kitchen to see what you have done.”“Yes, Ma’am. At once.” Suzanne scurried to obey, a storm of butterflies raging in her stomach and her bottom cheeks clenching involuntarily. She prayed the two Dommes would not decide to punish her together.“What did I ever do to her.” Michael apologized to the startled man struck by his chair before righting it. Paul wrapped his free arm around her for support while he continued to rub her. Her clitoris felt hard to his touch and his pace quickened back and forth over it. Steph was in heaven. She focused solely on Paul’s sensual touch. She couldn’t get enough of his hands on her. – More, More, she thought. This translated into heavy panting and moans escaping her mouth. She could hardly stand and was thankful for his support while he rubbed her. Steph reached in pulled aside her wet panties. She needed. We got in, and I put the bags down. Her father was there."Dad, Brendan. Brendan, this is my father." Good to meet you," he said, holding out his hand. I shook it, and returned the greeting."And that is my sister Jenny," Sheila grinned."Hi," she said to me. "You're a miracle, you know." How so?" I asked."You lasted more than two dates," she said with an impish grin... "Most guys join Sheila's Trail of Broken Hearts long before this." Yup, she was Sheila's sister, all right."Oh, you just be. It had been a couple of years since I had felt and tasted a penis in my mouth. He gave me a look of surprise, like he didnt know what to do. I took him out of my mouth for a second, and asked him to just thrust as hard as he wanted to, and use one hand to hold my head still. Thats my favorite kind of blow job anyway, the kind that lets the guy take control. He looked at me with uncertainty and then did what I said. Ah, glorious thrusting. His expression changed from dumbfounded, to confusion,.