A hand – Marie’s, you could tell from the nail polish – reached down and pried open her pussy lips, slipping a finger inside with an audible squ...sh. After teasing Jane for awhile, the hand disappeared and the camera moved again. At this point Marie had put the camera on a tripod and spent some time composing the shot, which showed Jane’s face in its lower-left third. Soon Marie herself appeared in the background, a blurred figure fumbling with something or other. When she turned sideways to the. He wants to get some repayment so I tell him my Mistress is in charge. Man are all dip shits like that - SO needy - I mean I let him suck me off right? My last instruction about Mr. Massage from my Mistress is “Yes they are so needy and if he is acting like a little bitch then get rid of him we're done with him for today.” He started begging for me to fuck him and I have no time for whiney people so since he was not behaving just like my Mistress ordered I sent him away and told her I did. She. She smiled at me and said, “They’re going to that titty bar across the lake. Of course, you guys aren’t old enough. What was I thinking? Her foot still massaging Billy.We looked at each other, and back at her. I think she knew I could see her foot working on Billy’s cock. She just sipped her coffee and said, “Billy, if you're not busy later, I have a little chore for you. That is,” she continued as she wrapped her toes over his cock, “if you don’t mind.”“I don’t mind Aunt Janis,” he stammered,. Moans and groans from the porn flick played in the background. ?Rape you . . . are you serious?? ?Yessss.?She moaned. ?If you tell me to rape you, it’s not rape.? ?Yes it is.? ?How??It’s all in the mind. If I believe it’s real, then it’s real. But that’s not the problem.??What’s the problem then?? ?I need you to believe it’s real.?My mind was officially blown. This was some next level freak shit. I’m not going to lie I was scared only because of how.