Her phone! Groaning at the sudden memory of it sitting cheerily on the back of the toilet, she realized she’d better go fetch it before it fell into...the pot, or something. Maybe into the hands of her stupid stepbrother. Opening her door, her eyes flew wide again as she saw Diondre leaned against the wall just outside, almost in the exact position where she’d left him, his gaze focused on the pink and grey cell phone in his hands. Her cell phone! “What do you think you’re doing? That’s mine!”. The further down I went the softer her skin felt and when I eventually touched the start of her pubic hair it was no surprise that it was soft and silken as well. I was surprised at the abundance and thickness of this hidden clump and I revelled in the sensation of combing my fingers through it, on my downwards exploration, and when my fingertips finally touched the start of her split lips it was to discover how hot and moist Mom was down there. She was definitely excited.Pulling my hand free,. "Damn! Leave it Charles to get right to the heart of the opportunity. I don't know why this was such an issue with me. I was happy being the slave and I kept up with collar nights every three days even after I had satisfied my commitment to being cuckqueaned three times by three different women. I guess I had been hoping to at least hold tight to my goal despite the price it had cost me. But I still had two other goals. I wanted to inspire Charles to begin again to perform cunnilingus on me. I. He was relentless and it was starting to get difficult to keep my arms and legs tied up in the air the way they were. His breathing became shorter and more clipped and the forceful thrusts became shorter and deeper right before he was ready to cum. I knew I wouldn’t have a choice but to swallow the moment he shot his wad in the back of my throat, I mean shot. It was forceful and almost endless as his cum continued to drain down my throat. He pulled out and stroked himself until he finally went.