Whatever sir. He rolled out of bed and headed for the fridge. I picked myself up from the sheets I’d been dumped on and glared at him, I’d been co...fortable, dammit. Pulling myself to my feet, I watched him pull out another fruit and bagel breakfast. He arranged the food on the table and sat in his customary chair, then smiled at me, squeezing his cock. ‘Breakfast?’ I climbed to my feet and sauntered over to him as unhurriedly as I possibly could. I stopped, preparing to drop to my knees.. She was shaven smooth. I love smooth pussy. My wife will never shave smooth. I knew my tongue wanted to feel the smooth skin and taste her. Kissing down her front over her stomach and right to her clit. She laid back on the counter and spread her legs wide. Licking her clit and then into her pussy. She was enjoying the attention. Up and down over her clit, blowing on it and then sliding my tongue down to her ass. She jumped a little “yessss” was all I heard her say. I could feel she. She believed in the benefits of firm discipline and corporalpunishment. As a Nanny, she strictly enforced Baby Daphne's trainingregimen, so the sissy always had to speak with a lisp and walk withclumsy waddling baby steps - which David hated when they were out andabout. Emma had studied ballet from the age of six until she became tootall at fourteen - and too heavy for the boys to lift - and it was shewho introduced Mummy and Baby Daphne to the concept of 'PunishmentCurtseys.' The first time. Hollis was saying. It was doubly hard because she already didn't like this teacher. Ms. Hollis made Heather uncomfortable the moment she had set foot in the instructor's class at the start of the semester.But when she let her attention focus on the lesson, the clarity of the imagery became so clear that she had trouble distinguishing her thoughts from her actions. In her head, fingers slid over slick flesh and soft wet noises drifted to her ears. Musky heat permeated her pussy as her pleasure.