We both liked our bedroom as dark as possible to sleep. The honeycomb shades did the trick. In fact, it was practically dark enough to load film canis...ers, if I was still developing my own film. I'd stopped that a couple of years ago when I finally ran out of steam. Six rolls from a long weekend at Yosemite, and in my rush to develop them and see what I had I told myself that the developer I had from a couple of months ago would be good enough. It wasn't.I remember that afternoon. My stomach. As I listened, I thought, ‘I bet it would be good for these girls to see the differences in Lynette, Jennifer, Sammy, and Tempe’s responses to similar types of sexual activities.‘I then said to Mrs. Bumstead, “If I can get Jennifer, Sammy and Lynette to come to this class, how about we show the girls how the same type of sexual activity can produce majorly different sexual responses?”“What do you have in mind, Mike?” Mrs. Bumstead asked with intrigue on her face.“I can do the same thing to all. I could zap my mother and Taffy with a single press of my phone and adjust the intensity from pleasurable to annoyingly shocking.I felt incredibly powerful. I wasn’t sadistic with my new toy but I enjoyed playing with the settings and watching the affect it had on them both. Their facial expressions, body movements, sudden jerks of their body and the fact they were both secreting their juices simply because I chose to give them pleasure or abruptly take it away was magnificent. I could also. You start rubbing my pussy and clit, every so often slipping your finger and fucking me with it. Every time I grind back onto it, you pull it out and spank my pussy and grab it hard. I moan in a mix of pain and pleasure, secretly hoping for more. You sense this and spread my ass open before sticking your tongue in my pussy. With my face buried in your carpet and your hands spreading my ass open, you suck on my pussy that is throbbing on your face. I reach up to rub my clit, so desperate to cum,.