My fingers and pussy are so wet now. I feel so good.”“How do your nipples feel?” I asked.“They were soft like normal, but they are real hard n...w” she said.“Take one of your wet fingers and lightly rub the tip if each nipple” I directed“That feels nice” she sighed, “It almost tickles.”“If I was with you” I said, “I would be licking those nipples with my tongue and sucking on them.”Summer let out a quiet moan and said, “Ummmmmmm that was a nice small one.”“Spread your legs apart, Summer.” I said,. .your thing...you know, your penis. You'll, one day, make some young woman very happy."With his mother's arms around him and the smell of her perfume wafting over him, Damian sensed a renewed blood flow to his groin, especially after she referred to his penis. The reaction was somewhat surprising but then again he hadn't actually ejaculated that morning and his pump was still primed. "Um...Mom," he stuttered."What's that, Dear?" she replied, releasing him."Can I ask you something?" he asked. She’d never felt so exposed. Overwhelmed by conflicting emotions — shame, arousal, subjugation, anticipation, fear — she tensed, waiting for the next stage of Dûrthéod’s plan.Aside from the hands that held her open, all other contact ceased, and there was only the sound of her own breathing to break the silence. A slow trickle of lubrication continued to drip from her sex. She writhed, irresolute, desperate for the consummation of her pleasure yet sure that whatever was to come was ungoverned. ”Angela finds herself blanking out Somerset’s voice. Visions of Cho Hye Jin are beginning to invade Angela’s mind once more. She imagines Cho flexing her hip and lifting her leg upwards, bent at the knee, balancing on her opposite foot on her flexed toes. Angela slips off the leather pump from the foot Cho has offered (Cho is tall and usually wears soft black flat leather pumps, wide at the front and comfortable so her bare toes can spread within). In her imagination, Angela bends her face down.