"Oh Robbie, this wrong, we shouldn't, we really shouldn't!" she muttered "What if we get caught!"But as my kissing worked down her neck to her shoulde..., and then I slowly dropped to my knees, her protests disappeared as I ducked under her dress and found her little red knickers that barely covered that amazing bald pussy of hers."Oh Robbie!" she groaned softly as I pulled the lacy material to one side, and then ran my wet tongue up along her soft warm mound "Oh Robbie!" she moaned again as I. Fill slave's pussy please!" with what slave?" I leaned back to ask with a slick grin. It had beendays since I had fucked her, only tormented her and teased her. Allowingher to cum only once a day."With your cock Master please!" she whimpered and wriggled."You really want my cock in your pussy slave?" I asked loving how shebegged."Yes! Yes Master, please..f..fuck me with your cock." she choked out.How was I to deny her when I'd wanted her tight little pussy again fordays now? I got up and. We went out to dinner and were thankfully seated in a relatively secluded booth. We sipped red and were waiting for our food to come when she began rubbing her foot up and down my calf. She began slowly, but as we ate, drank and chatted, she casually kept working her foot further up my leg until her outstretched toes would lightly graze the inside of my right thigh. We continued drinking wine long after the food was done, and I began slouching lower and lower in my chair to grant her greater. Remember the rules?" Uh... that we talk about it and not hurt each other?" Yes, that's part of it. There must be mutual consent. For that to happen, you've got to talk about it. When I was young, it seems that the rule was something like it's OK to do it, just don't talk about it. Kinda the Braille approach to negotiation."Interrupting again, Jean asked, "Are we talking about doing it?"Mom laughed again, that throaty, sexy laugh, and said, "Well, that's only part of it. We're talking about.