"Then start saying what you mean," Miss Vee urged. She relaxed her grip on my neck and shifted positions in her chair, removing her expensive heels. I...felt her place one of her feet between my legs. "Yes, Miss," I gasped. I struggled to sort out the words in my head. However, she started to wiggle her nylon toes against my dripping slit and my grammar went out the window. "I wanted you to have orgasm in my mouth. If I mean, when, if you wanted." The women in the room, including Mistress, had a. The other three followed her. As they reached the exit, Ms Curtis summoned two guards to supervise the remainder of the session. “We know how loving you were, Specimen Ten,” she said. “Do you recall the insults you hurled at Laura during sex games? ‘Minge like a hippo’s yawn’, I believe? ‘Cunt the width of the Dartford Tunnel, though the Dartford Tunnel hasn’t had as much traffic through it?’ Can you imagine how those comments hurt when she was escorting for your sake? Your behaviour was. . Her hands rubbed his smooth, bare chest, up to his shoulders. She whispered, "Let's go to bed."He got up, carrying her to his room, kissing her all the way. He placed her softly on his bed and climbed on top of her. His hand rubbed her belly for a moment, before taking her shirt off. He kissed his way down her torso, kissing her belly all over when he reached it. While kissing her, his hands had been undoing, and shoving her pants off, leaving her in just her bra.He kissed her soft, smooth.
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