“Tempe, Mike, are you okay?” Mrs. Bumstead asked as she slid in beside my shoulders and reached to help Tempe carefully move off my torso.“I’m...good. My shoulder got smacked but I’m okay,” Tempe replied with a shocked tone in her voice as she rested on the cool tiled floor next to my supine body.“You’re sure you, okay, B-G?” I asked as I slipped my right hand to the back of my head.“Did you hit your head, Mike?” Mrs. Bumstead asked as she slipped her hands under my shoulder and helped me to sit. ”Karen crawled onto mark and licked the head and up the shaft of his cock. She pushed the tip of her tongue into the tip of his piss hole. She sucked his cock deep into her throat and drew it back, sucking the fluids out and causing Mark to pump his hips up to meet her face. Karen released him from her lips and said, “Is that hard enough for you?”Trish said, “It’s hard enough for me.” She climbed on and aimed his cock at her cunt and slid down his pole with a deep sigh.Karen threw a leg across. A third. Slowly, sensuosly fucking yourself in front of me almost as if I weren't here. With your other hand you beckon me, finger crooked and calling me over. Without thinking, I find myself sliding out of my chair onto my knees, my own skirt sliding high up my thighs as though I too were some wanton slut. I am not, of course, I am a proper middle-aged woman of class. Yes, I am your sometimes-lover, but I am not a slut like you.Walking on my knees I approach you. "Yes darling", you. He parked the car in front of the toilets and said:»Now you will put the coat on and take the bag, you will go in to that bathroom and you will wax yourself from neck down, then you will shave your face, then you will apply makeup so you will be a pretty little slut. You have one hour and if I don’t like the result you will be severely punished, the same goes for taking more than an hour. After your done you will put the corset, lingerie, stiletto shoes and a blonde wig, that are all found in.