I informed her that I wanted to feel her juices flowing over my hand. She slowly began to rock her hips against my hand but as I kept dropping my hand...away she was having difficulty in maintaining contact between her pussy lips and it.She sorted of grunted in displeasure as my hand slipped away once again. I pulled my hand back and snapped "You complaining about my teasing, you bitch!"She realized I had caught her out, and she mumbled "Sorry, My lord and benevolent Master. It was just so. While I'mlying on the floor bawling like a damn fool, she pulls the crumpled-up letterout of the garbage and reads it; immediately understanding my frustrationover this very late contact in life with my mother. I am still sobbing as shesits on the floor and holds my head in her lap while she talks to me, tryingto console me.With my head buried in her lap, I cried, I whimpered, I murmured, Istammered, I yelled, I gnashed my teeth and did a thousand other things as Ivented my years of pent- up. Par maine line nhi ku ki uska bf tha mere aur nandia me bare mai use pta nhi tha Us din bhi bahut fogg tha mene socha nandia ko dekh lunga mai uthkar usse dekhne chal diya to mne dekha wha par koi nhi hai mne socha ase kaise ho sakta hai or mai usse piche bale lahi khet mai mutne gya to kuch aawaj aye to mne socha koi latrin kar raha hoga par aahi ohh ki awaj ayi mere ander sansanahat fial gyi mene socha kuch gadbad hai or ma chupke se us jagah ki taraf badne laga to dekha ki wo apne bf se. She was shocked when he didn't even touch her or himself for two weeks. After the first week, she had tried to tease him. She wore only skirts around the house, often dropping things infront of him to bend over, giving him a nice shot of her ass and panties. When he didn't seem to respond, she took off the panties. Soon, Morgan was prancing around in her best outfits, a nurse's outfit, a schoolgirl outfit. Still nothing. To her shame, it actually aroused her to no end. She found herself horny.