He slowly pulled a blindfold from his pocket. “Who am I?”“You are my Master.”The world went black as the smooth satin slid into place over my ...yes. My scalp prickled where his knuckles brushed across my hair as he secured it. The scent of him surrounded me, God, why do I dissolve into a puddle when I smell his unique scent? Part good clean soap, fresh air and sunshine, it's intoxicating to me.His hand is at my elbow indicating that I should rise, he walked me towards where I knew it stands and. Not that she minded. Omorashi was MJay's secret vice. After she told me about her little kink, I looked it up and was surprised by what I found — typical of the Japanese to have a name for it.What surprised me most was how many young ladies partook and enjoyed it in wetting their knickers. I didn't pretend to understand, but neither was I one to judge. I pressed my fingers into MJay's soft damp apex again and felt another trickle of urine seeping through the thin fabric.Again Mary-Jayne. What started as a spanking I wanted, became several spankings over the six weeks, and since coming home a permanent regime of being spanked when misbehaving. My Mum has really taken to the strict parent role and I can’t tell you how many times I have been turned across her lap. Forget that I might enjoy the afters. She spanks even harder than Auntie Sarah did and that is saying something. It’s not a weekly thing or anything like that because I have to admit I am far better behaved now that any. You are huge!" she gasped as I returned my lips and tongue to her still drooling pussy.My tongue delved repeatedly between her now engorged pussy lips, finding further pockets of her tasty juices and exposing her inner lips to the tip of my tongue. I speared it between her inner lips, finding the heat of her core released to my probings. I found her canal entrance and speared my tongue deeper through its tight entrance."Oh ... ohhhhh ... ahhhhhhhhh!!!!" she screamed as another cum exploded from.