My wife never took her finger out if her pussy. I fixed my coffee while she continued to masturbate. When I put down my spoon I reached under the tabl... and touched her thigh. She let a whispery moan escape her lips. Her finger was moving faster. I lightly scraped my nails on her thigh and she managed to stifle a gasp, but started to cum regardless. She looked me in the eye and smiled as she felt the first wave coming. It took all of her control not to cry out or throw her head back. As she got. He asked me to keep my boots on and spent a lot of time stroking them and looking down at them. Then he asked if I would stand up and let him kneel and kiss them. I had never been dominant with men but decided to go along with it as he was cute and I wanted him to fuck me.I surprised myself at how easily I fell into the role of Dominant Mistress and had him licking the soles, sucking the heels and telling him he would be sucking other mens cocks to please me, and finally had him running his. I used to spent every other weekend with daddy, he had never re-married he said the only women for him was mum. He would sit me on his lap and read me stories; we would sit and watch TV together it was a perfect time. We were best friends I would do anything for daddy and I knew he would do anything for me. I knew daddy had seen me naked. I had caught him watching me in the bedroom mirror when I had gone to have a shower. It made me feel good; it also made me have such naughty thoughts about. She also was not thinking of the revelation she had uncovered about the Draught of Forgetfulness, that it merely blocked memories rather than erased them. That every slave ever taken in the entire history of Oceanus slave trade still retained all his or her memories of the past, but locked away behind a barrier induced by the Draught.Evella bolted and burst out of her Office. Normally she tried to cover up her intimate regions with her hands. She avoided running, as it only set her breasts.