Start again where you left off." He picked up the count,repeating the last number he had recited, number seven, then continuedthe slow countdown."What...are you going to do for me if I order you to cum, slave?" Anything, Mistress Pamela. Anything you want me to do, pleaseMistress. Tell me what you want me to do if you order me to cum. Oh,please Mistress, please?" How about a good fuck for my sissy-bitch later tonight? Would you likeMichael to give you a good fuck tonight?" Yes, please Mistress,. Then she shifted and pushed her legs straight, lifting her foot from my thigh and allowing me to touch her sole. With that slight motion, I caught her scent in my nose. A maddening cocktail of girlish perfume, soap and sweat. My pussy roared and throbbed with an incessant drumbeat as all of the fantasies that I'd written about, but never lived, came alive at once. I touched my hands to her feet once more, pushing my thumbs into her soft soles, massaging her, kneading her, every silky caress. "I finally said, "How much luckier can I get? You two are a dream come true. I hope we can enjoy each other for a long time to come."Shirley said, "Me too. I may give up wearing my teeth at all."Caroline said, "No, you have to nibble me sometimes too." Oops, you didn't hear that did you, Mark?" Caroline was trying to cover her face with her hand."I didn't hear a thing, Caroline, but I want to watch the next time you two decide to give each other pleasure. I'll bet that's an exciting. There was a veranda there and it was also in shadows. I looked at the girl and she stared at me defiantly…I asked her if she had gone crazy, sucking a cock like a hooker.She giggled, saying she was only trying to get him hard.“If I see you doing it again, I will tell to your mother…” I said.“No bald old man is going to tell me what I can and cannot do” Lana hissed, even in a more defiant tone…“You do not have the balls to tell my mother…” She added.Now a bit angry I grabbed her wrist and pulled.