Wisps of her fragrance filled my nostrils as she ate me. I loved leaving her juices on my face when I did her first so that I could smell and taste he... while she licked my pussy.My phone buzzed. I glanced at it, laying a few feet from me on the bed. Good god, it's Jason. He's really possessive and wants me to answer right away. Always. Nothing interrupts my playtime with Odessa, though. So I left it as another wave of pleasure surged from my vagina up through my tummy. Her mouth made sucking. You groaned slightly and tried to grab me to pull me on top of you. I pushed you away and said “NO! We are going to do things my way, and if you don’t play along like a good little boy, I will strap you to this chair with your own belt, walk the fuck away from you and leave you sitting here with a stiff dick and no way to relieve it. Do you understand?” You nodded in disbelief, slightly afraid of what had gotten into me that day but also completely aroused by the bossy bitch who had. "Aunty June is my aunty, and I'm staying with herand Aunty Mandy for the holidays."The woman glanced at my Aunty and nodded in sudden understanding. "Oh,I see. Well you're a very pretty little Princess, darling!" She kindlystraightened my satin frock over my billowing petties for me, and I hadto stop myself from backing away from her gentle touch. Part of me wasterrified she was going to flick up my frothy petties and discover myembarrassing infantile underwear, and I defensively pressed the. . the two just don’t seem to match up. You know?”I shrugged. I did know. I didn’t want the reputation. I didn’t create the reputation. It wasn’t me. It wasn’t who I was. But I had it and I had to deal with the consequences twice a week.“Look, I’ll be honest with you, Paul. I’ve fancied you from when we first met—I think a lot of girls in Wintersmith have, although most seem to be attracted to the reputation of the campus stud. But for me, it was the way you came over to Imogen to talk to her.