. his lack of interest made me a bit self-conscious. But something had roused me from my already restless sleep that night. A sound. Voices. I ...hot up, heart thumping. Had there been an intruder in the house? I turned to shake Terry out of his slumber, only to find that he wasn't there. Had he gone to work? No, I deduced after taking a gander at the alarm clock sitting upon my nightstand, seeing that it was 3:00AM. Too early for that. Another sound startled me. A sound that. The only sounds in the room was the sloppy licking and sucking sounds of lips pleasuring a hard teenage cock."Why do you think they do it anyways?"Cray turned to his buddy and frowned, "Do 'it'?" Yea. Why do you think our mothers get off when we do?" He chuckled at this small joke - he was the only one though. "Don't you ever think about it?" Sure I think about it." Cray took a deep breath and then revealed his thoughts, "Both our dads basically ignored them and then the only guys in their. Gripping Megan’s right thigh, she holds her steady as the upper edge of the tube erratically presses inward, pressing against the moist flesh surrounding her gapping slit. The Dom smiles as she watches a trickle of blood drip down the outside of the tube from Jeff’s bleeding penis as she pinches one of the labia folds, stretches it across the tube. Grunting, Megan’s eyes roll as she feels the dry, round surface of the cardboard painfully chafing across the stretching walls of her tight. Me: If you follow my commands, then I will think about helping you. But this isn’t what you think… (smiled cunningly).Groom’s brother: Yes, yes, I’ll do as you say. Tell me what I am supposed to do?Me: Pull my leggings and worship my big ass…The groom’s brother readily began to obey my orders. But I stopped him from pulling my leggings.Me: You are supposed to do as I say while constantly praising me and agreeing that you are a loser. If you don’t accept me as your mistress, then don’t expect.