I have submitted to this format too long to changewithout upsetting my Mama Dom. She loves to pull me closeto her in the car, in a parking lot, wherev...r we are, andgive me tongue kisses that excite me so much I can hardlycope with anything because I’m wondering when–how soon–we will be in a room alone where she will satisfy me. Shealways leaves our sessions making sure I am completelysatisfied. And this is her power over me. Her teasing kisses make sure I wont stray to anyone. I crawled right on top of him, stradling his hips. I was so wet that sliding his cock inside me wasn't a problem. Frank raised his arms over his head and enjoyed me riding him. I rode him until I had an intense, deep orgasm. I could tell that Frank is in no physical shape to fuck me, so I knew if Frank was going to need me to get him to cum. After I got off his cock, I slide down and took his cock in my mouth. I love tasting my juice on a cock. I covered his cock in kisses. Frank was in. “Already had an offer to babysit from your latest girlfriend, John,” Ketty giggled.“She’s not my girlfriend,” I mock growled.“She seems to think so, as does Imelda,” Ketty giggled. “Told me all about your desire to turn her armour transparent.”“Ye gods!” I sighed. “It’s a conspiracy.”“Only got yourself to blame for leading the dear child on,” Róisín stated with a straight face then spoiled the effort by giggling.“I find her rather refreshing,” Morgana chuckled.“You don’t have her as a stalker,”. Yes, I looked it up afterwards on my phone. It’s spelled like it sounds, too. And gonfaloniers are the people that carry them.I started giggling, and somebody else did too, and someone tried to shush us, but we were all giggling by then because somebody heard me whisper to the person beside me about gone for lunch, and it rippled all the way back to Kay, before we got quiet again. The monitors were having a fit!Anyway, the gonfaloniers hoisted their gonfalons (hee hee) and we got ready to start.