I was hesitating but it was off. Then, I laid back in my bra and I felt that my salwar was going down. I resisted but could not succeed. He was being ...oo violent for a drunk woman. Then, I was been massaged on my pussy with my panties on and was feeling great. My boobs were caressed. I was been kissed and was getting hell of a massage. Then, he removed my bra and started licking my nipples. He was making me more excited by biting on my nipples. Then, he removed my panty and started fingering my. She described how she would lick my balls and swallow my cum. She told me that she was playing with her wet pussy and thinking of having my cock inside her. I was on the verge of an orgasm when she promptly reminded me that nobody would be cumming until next week.I immediately took my hand from my cock in despair. I was a couple of seconds from shooting my load and to deprive myself of the pleasure was agonizing. My cock throbbed for a minute and a small stream of pre-cum leaked down the head. He gave me everything I every wanted.all had to do was ask.My dad had one rule,that was I must have good grades in school.My dad was a house painter by trade.So we lived very comfortable.when i was 14 he painted my room,gave me a canopy bed,stereo,tv,phone,and 10 speed bike (SWINN)for my birthday.My dad was a big Burly man,all my little friends said he was cute.And thier slutty moms was always asking about him.my period had just went off and I was so fucking horny.A secret to know a many nights. Slave Aaron, can you turn on the radio?” Jess said to me. I went and did so, putting on the local light rock station. Something by Bryan Adams started softly in the background.“Mistress, I was actually thinking more along the lines of Slave Aaron and me providing entertainment for you two,” Jess said. Emma looked at her blankly, still not getting it. Brent was ignoring the exchange. Struggling to control a sigh, Jess grabbed my dick and cleared her throat.“Oh! Entertainment! Right! Ummm...”.