"I had the feeling she was fishing for something from me. I asked her a question that could have killed the conversation right there,"Yeah I know, but...how much does it bother?" and by the look mum had at that question I thought I had be more specific."You know, do you get frustrated?" I hoped I hadn't gone too far, but mum answered."Really frustrated sometimes," and I could see she really meant it. I decided to find out more."Well don't you relieve yourself?" I tried to use my concerned voice.. Therefore you will submit and we will dominate. Is that any clearer for you?”“Yes sir” I said, not really understanding but thinking if I play along I'll be able to get out of there.“For example”, he continued, “you are kneeling on my highly polished parquet flooring dripping water on it. It is making a mess and it is going to need cleaning up. What is the solution to this problem?”“Clean it up sir?”“That is a partial solution. It still doesn't stop the dripping of water on my floor. How do we. I lapped up her juices that coated my face. Her sweet, aromatic juices were heavenly and my tongue sucked and flicked her engorged clitoris.Her squeals got higher and higher pitched as my touches took her closer and closer to orgasm. She shrieked and grunted every time she breathed out, and then panted.I felt her body shake and she gripped herself. She moaned louder and louder, shouting and squealing into the air as my fingers doubled their intensity and lips gripped her sensitive clitoris. Her. Unhone us din low cut blouse pehna tha jis mese unke mummae bahar jhalak rhe the..Mujhe upar se sb dikh rha tha..Main tadap rhi thi uske mummao ko hath lgane k liye bt himmat nhi kr pa rhi thi..Tbhi ma boli blouse k under se b krde massage..Mujhe to jaise jannat mil gyi..Maine dheere se hath neeche bdhaya n ruk gyi..Ma boli are pagli koi baat nhi teri ma hi to hu chlta h..Mujhe dard ho rha h..Phr meri b himaat badh gyi..Main dheere se hath uske blouse me daal k dono mummae pakad.