She was so wet...the cum was actually puddling up under her ass cheeks now.He leaned forward and blew hot breath on her pouty lips, not touching but s... close she could feel him. He waited and watched as she tried to push her hips forward to make contact. He smiled an evil grin and waited.Finally she gave up with a groan and a whine and lay still. Just as she thought she was going to be teased forever and not given release, his tongue slid into her and he started sucking on her pussy.She had not. Would that be okay, baby?”“Well, Mom, or honey, – isn’t that what husbands call their wives? You are an older woman, and I am not saying ‘old’ but you are about twice my age. That scares me - if I can be honest with you.“Why don’t you call me ‘Margie’ like your father does? You can call me what you feel like at the moment any name but I expect that eventually you will be most comfortable with Margie. But if you ever feel the need of calling me ‘mother’ it is fine with me. Very few women can. Well, tell me, what should I look for in terms ofproblems or deviations from what you said I should expect?" Theyounger man pressed, deliberately if delicately. His numerousnegotiations in Asia had taught him the necessity of bringing upall details before closing a deal.The older man hooked his thumbs into the lapels of the Englishherringbone. He liked to wear it in the late afternoons in theFall on days like this. It was a pleasure wearing a jacket likethis. Maybe that's why it seemed so. ...earn it if you really want this" He was so goodand flipping my expectations around, making me do things and think inways that are deeper than I had thought we would go, manipulating mydesires and making me be very clear about them to him, to admit itall....to give it all away for you, Daddy.I heard the low beats playing from the bedroom when I reached up andtook the handle of the flogger out of my mouth with both hands...Ilooked at him, and closed my eyes holding the handle right in front.