...She's in heaven, Mom. She's changing positions. John wants her pussy over his face. There, she's straddling his head and sucking his cock....Yes, h...'s starting with thigh nibbles....Bonnie's got her head in the way...there, that's better. He's nibbling all around it, just like you taught him....Yes, he's driving her mad. She can't keep it still....Okay, hold on." Mom wants to know if you'll bring John by sometime and lick them while they fuck." Joy spoke to the phone, saying, "She has a. If you don't want dessert now, let's go over and practice tennis. You can go on ahead and see if there's a free court. I need to sign for lunch, and then go change into my tennis clothes." I stood up then, and the waiter came over with the lunch check. I looked at it, and it was thirty five dollars. I added a seven dollar tip, twenty per cent, like Mrs. Parsons had told me to do, and signed at the bottom. That was it. To me, it wasn't like it was really spending money. Forty two dollars for. We exchanged our nos then we use talk talkhours on phone as her hubby was hving a business of catering mostly he use to stay out of homein nite so we use to talk in nite on phone.Once she asked me Dont u hve g/f abhi as everynite u talk to me?You r so young comeon tel me now? I said i was hving but she was my cht friend lik u we had a gr8 time when weuse to b 2gether.She asked then so u had been romancing wid her haa… i said certainlly wedo afterall i m man i know how to seduce a gurl very. Her ass felt as if it was on fire. She could feel the mark that each lash had made on her bare ass as if she had been branded. But still the mistress did not strike and the slave realised that it was over. The mistress had counted her forty strokes.The mistress left her there for a while and walked back over to the cupboard and replaced the flogger. She stood there for a while as if browsing and finally reached out and took a black riding crop. She was not yet done with her slave. She walked.