Joy saw their reaction, then leaned forward and took both their hands and led them towards the stairs. When they entered the play room, Carol could no... believe what she saw. First, she saw her mother over in a corner, kneeling over what appeared to be a floor drain. She was totally naked, had her hands cuffed behind her back and her ankles locked together. She also wore a large yellow ring gag in her mouth and a yellow collar around her neck. And there was a short chain which ran from her. Then stick my tongue out and touch the tip of his cock. He moans, closes his eyes and bends his head backwards, his nostrils open.I lick more of it, now attaching my lips to the tip and sticking my tongue gently inside it. I touch him with my teeth – I have to be careful; they can be extremely sharp at points and I do not want this to interrupt his ascent. My teeth softly graze the tip from all sides, quicker and quicker, interspersed with my tongue wrapping around it.I slowly palm his shaft. . I mean, even at my school . . . these kids come from good homes, rich homes, most of them . . . but they’re still fucked up. I feel like I’m their mother half the time. Or, not even their mother. More like a sex counselor.’ ‘What do you mean?’ Angie fell back in her seat, cradling the beer bottle against her chest. She had opened her jacket, since the heat was running in the van, revealing a baby blue blouse underneath. I noticed that her breasts had gained a cup size. They were no longer the. I lean over her, tugging her hair to make her look up at me as we kiss harder now, more insistent. I move my other hand from her thigh to her breasts. My hand cups a petite little tit through the blouse. I feel the nipple harden as my thumb runs in circles over the small mound of flesh.Never breaking the kiss, I unbutton the blouse one-handed. First the top one, then the next, then the next. Each time a button is popped open, my fingers trace a pattern of movement over the newly exposed flesh..