“You are responsible for his reaction. You will do this anytime Guillaume or Robert requires a release! Just as you will for any male house guest,�... Fabienne said as she scribbled notes in her book of assignments for my mother.“Yes, Maitresse Fabienne! He is almost ready to spew! Would you like to finish the job yourself?” my mother predicted I would cum soon. She was right, and a small gob of my cum shot onto her nose. The rest she dodged and let land on the floor.My Grandmother broke off the. ‘I am, aren’t I?’ He removed his arm from her shoulders, and turned his body to face her. His expression showed a cross between confusion and worry. ‘Did I do something wrong? Did you tell her about what happened last week, and now she’s –’ She waved her hand to stop him. ‘I didn’t tell her anything, and no you didn’t do anything wrong. What happened last week is dealt with, and nothing was your fault.’ ‘Ok. But I am the first boyfriend she’s questioned…right?’ ‘Yeah.’ Jaz took a deep breath. Standing up the sloppy cunt lips still parted allowed the jizz to drip from her cunt, turning she scooped a string of cum from her cunt and licked it from her fingers. Moving over to the table she poured two drinks and handed one to my husband, reaching down she rubbed her hand over my husband's cock which had deflated to half its 8-inch size and then walked over to me and held her hand up to my nose telling me to smell it. The smell of my husband's jizz on her hand-mixed with her cunt juice. I almost blew my load right there, but started thinking of other boring things and staring at the ceiling to hold on. She obviously knew what she was doing and had a lot of practice with her mouth and hands. After about 5 minutes of worshipping my hardon, she popped it out of her mouth with pouty look and said ‘Isn’t my mouth good enough? Don’t you want to spray your cum down my throat?’ My instant thought was ‘HELL YEAH I DO!!!’, but before I could say anything, a sly grin crossed her face and.