I liked the feeling and I wanted him to know, so I moaned in his mouth as we kissed. We kissed and kissed; he kept worked my nipples and breasts until...I was positive I was going to have a climax in his arms just like that. I put my hands behind his head and kissed him with my heart and soul.It wasn't long before he moved his hand down between my legs, I knew a good girl like myself should work at keeping my legs closed and I did, but he managed to get his hand under my dress and his fingers. Your slave training starts today,” she says. “What do you mean by that?” I ask.“Excuse me?” she says. I glare at her. “You are to refer to me as Mistress Lexie. I’ll let it slide this time, but next time you slip up you’ll receive punishment,” she says as she presses my mother’s head down on her cock. “Yes, Mistress Lexie,” I say with my gaze falling to the floor. I look up to see Lexie cumming all over my mother’s face. “That’s better,” she says. “Now take those rags off. You won’t be needing. It came down partway on her hips, from which garter straps went down to very long, almost up to the crotch, black fishnet stockings. She wore no panties. She completed the effect with some very high, at least four-inch, heeled shoes that strapped around her ankles.“Wow!”Debby smiled subtly and walked over to the bar where I had left her snifter. She gazed at me over the glass, sipping slowly but fully. She had even been able to put on a touch of lipstick and eyeshadow, and I could detect her. On your dining room table. In front of the window.’ ‘If you come downstairs with me, I promise you won’t be disappointed. Something I’ve kept hidden for many years is down there.’ ‘Ah, yes. Your secret. You know I know already.’ Eric traced his fingers up my neck and grasped firmly. Our eyes locked, he pressed my throat just tight enough to stir old memories deep inside my body. My hips rocked. I led him back through the kitchen and down the basement stairs. The door was locked, although I had.