’, he extricates his self from me and pulls the car away. As he drives, I’m just drinking it in, being Christina in my hot clothes and looking as ...lose to beautiful as I can manage. Being Christina with her horny Sir, knowing he was aching to use her body to satisfy his throbbing cock. I tremble and look to his groin, my hand soon finds his bulge hardening to it’s gentle squeeze. I can’t wait, but somehow, I do as the lights of the suburbs leave us behind. I’ve lost track of where we are, he. “That’s easy!” said her mother, “What if you don’t have to ask?” Sophie looked puzzled. “I don’t understand?” “What if you don’t have to ask me?” repeated her mother “What if I decide when you need to be punished?” Sophie loved her mother. She had the knack of making any problem no matter how awkward or worrying just go away. “You mean...” “Yes, you give me disciplinary control again and you won’t have to worry about having your bottom reddened from time to time.” Celia thought for a. You do waltz, do you not?” she asked as the soft music played on.“Hello, Beautiful Lady Max. Yes indeed, I waltz. May I have this dance, Please Milady?”“Yes you may, but I prefer that you waltz me around my bedroom, naked.”With my arms crossed in front of me, I grabbed the bottom of my sweatshirt and pulled it over my head. Then without hesitation, I grabbed the elastic waistband and stripped my sweatpants down over my butt, to my ankles. I kicked them off as I waltzed across the soft, thick. It's so sensitive that it feels like fire in a good way. It feels good in the way a cinnamon mint tastes good.At this point your entire body is shuddering but you tell her to keep going. She resumes a bobbing motion. It's slow, torturous, and cruel in its gentleness. Her lips are barely grazing you, sliding ever so gently and effortlessly along your flesh. You can feel each nerve ending she triggers and her tongue occasionally grazes the top of your cock to savor the last trickling drops of.