“I suppose that has something to do with it,” I told her.“Did�did I make you feel that way?” She asked and watchedme closely...as I answered.Her gaze was penetrating and hard to bear, but I didn’twant to make her feel bad by looking away.“Y�yeah, you did,” I told her and realized that I’d justtold my daughter that she’d aroused me and that I’dfucked my wife because of it.The hint of a grin played at the corner of her mouth andfor the. My PVC clad Mistress then proceeded to bend over me and place her perfectly manicured index finger on the floor just in front of my cock, she slowly ran her finger across a few inches of the floor and then while removing it from the floor purposefully graced my aching balls with it. ?I just needed to check that you didn’t cum while I was sleeping foot slave. And you passed the test.? She untied my leash from the metal hoop in the floor, and with leash in hand and me on all fours pathetically. I didn't see them running the track to get ready for the 4th quarter, or feeling your lungs burn for water and air. Where the hell were they when I was going through all of that!" He shouted pointing toward the field.Kathy, shaking her finger at him in a motherly fashion scolded him, "You should be ashamed of yourself! Where were you when they were coming in at 6:00 in the morning to practice to beat the heat... I'll bet you were still grooming your morning wood, you big asshole!"Tara scowled. Susan carried the rod before her as a scepter, it's blue fire illuminating her face and breasts. She stepped before Jill and stopped. Jill lay her hands upon Susan's as tears streamed down her cheeks. She closed her eyes a moment and then nodded, softly kissed Susan on the mouth and stepped back. Cindy stepped forward from the other side. She held herself proud as she carefully placed her hands over Susan's. Tears streaming from her eyes. She had a sudden intake of breath as her hand contacted.