He tugged open the buttons on my sweater and sucked my breast through my bra. My pussy gushed. "Dean, better stop. We shouldn't get caught." With some...effort I pushed him back.I was just finishing re-buttoning my sweater when Ben came back. I smiled at him, smoothing my skirt."We're gonna go." Dean said."Cool. But your Mom's a little overdressed." Ben opened another beer."I have other clothes in my car." I said.I took both boys out for dinner and when we got back to the dorm, Dean went to grab. He made me take it off and sit in my bra, panties, hose and heels, whilehe did the alterations with his own hands and had the makeup artist heused for his top models do my face. I was in heaven the entire time,treated as a real princess, fussed over by the world's experts at making awoman look and feel beautiful. The envious Gretchen watched with her hardeyes burning holes in me, certainly contemplating her revenge.The car arrived, shiny and plush, and the handsome chauffeur drove me tothe. I?ll just leave.? The thought of him leaving, walking out of the motel room and out of her life, was too much for Mira to bear. She was completely trapped, trapped by this mysterious man and trapped by her own feelings. She had to obey him. She pulled the short satin nightgown she was wearing over her head, folded it carefully and put it in a drawer. Completely naked, she studied herself in the mirror above the dingy dresser. She was tall and athletic with wavy brown hair and. I go from your clit, to your ass. Your pussy opens up, your inner lips open and dangle. I pull your fat pussy lips open to get to those tender bits of ham, and suck on them, tugging them. Then I lick your ass again. Back and forth I lick you, my cock is hard and a shiny drop of pre cum on the top. You push back, my tongue slips in your pussy, my thumb pushes into your ass and leaves to join my finger in tugging on your swollen clit, and you buck back, telling my how much you love it.“Oh Father.