"Ohh, fuucckk!" Honey screamed as the buzzing rocketed to her overloaded brain.He looked into her face. Her eyes were as wide as dinner plates, her mo...th had formed a permanent "O" shape, and beads of sweat were forming and running off the sides of her forehead as she fought the effects of the evil device.The more Honey moaned, squirming and writhing helplessly under him, the deeper he pressed into her and the more assertively he fucked her. She was trapped by his legs between hers and pinned. I'll make sure to tell her that she has to listen to you tomorrow night and do what you say. Now, you have a good time!" Ummm, OK," Rachel said, sounding very unsure of herself.She handed the phone back to Becky who said, "Yes, sir?" I've told Rachel that I will instruct you to listen to her tomorrow night. That she is to have you home by 11PM and she should not let you flirt with any men too badly. She thinks she will have to be in charge of you. Is that about what you were looking for?" No. The mouth of her sex organ is wide by any scale of measurement. Her clit on the other hand is a tiny, tiny spec of a thing closer in size to the tip of a pencil than the eraser but it works just fine. I began to lick and suck at her long dark cunt lips and rimming her gapping open hole working my way up to her hooded clitoris. I settled into licking and sucking her maleness and she hissed; “yesssssssss, yesssssssss, baby….” She began to press her hips back into my face, pressing and gently. I can feel my climax building. This is not seedy, it’s not dirty or slutty or perverted. This is my pleasure. I’m not rushing this climax either, I’m savouring it, making it last, extending it as far as it will go. Edging. Although the edging on this bench is biting a little into my back, not that I’m against pain in any way shape or form. Right now, I’m allowing my orgasm the freedom that it needs to grow.Just like Father Patrick’s cock will grow should it present itself to my gaze? My.