There's still a few more things to teach today" she said. I was disappointed. Mistress kneeled next to me and took his cock in her hands. Now for your...next lesson: Deepthroating 101. She took Master's hard 9in cock and started moving deeper and deeper down on it. Eventually, she reached the base. Licking Master's balls with her tongue. She pulls off. "Did you see how that was done sissy?" She asked. I nodded up and down. "Make sure to breathe through your nose and pace yourself. You are not. ‘Good,’ she continued, ‘I told him to after I saw him masturbating over Jenny’s.’My mouth hung open in surprise.‘You mean…..’She looked at me and nodded.‘I always knew you tried to see me naked when you were young and I would have let you but if your father ever found out he would have gone mad and thrown either you or me out. You know what he was like.’‘Yes,’ I said softly, ‘only too well.’ I was remembering the number of times he had yelled at me for seemingly trivial things and could well. Then she’s standing in the middle of the room, peeling her sweater off to reveal a seriously stretched white t-shirt. Beneath that we can already see the very full black bra. The sweater comes off next to reveal that bra and its contents in glorious detail. It’s a nice bra, and a nicer pair of boobs – swollen by late pregnancy hormones and ready to feed the soon-to-arrive infant.Down go her black leggings, to reveal pink French knickers. She peels them and we see a thick, dark, tuft of pubic. ”“I totally understand. It’s no different from making sure we don’t serve beef when Anala and Prajesh are here or pork when Jamal is here.”“I will NEVER understand how you can go through life without bacon!” Cleveland joked.“Who does that?” Jamal laughed. “Remember, I’m not a good Muslim any more than Steve is a good Christian! Steve is just very polite. I’ve eaten bacon before. And you know I drink alcohol. Now, if I was from Iran or Saudi Arabia, then it would matter. But Beirut used to be.