He lies back, relaxed, except for his dick, and enjoys the feelings my mouth gives him, and the show. I try to take my time, to prolong the moment, an... to extend my enjoyment of having his organ inside me, but he thrusts slightly with his hips, a subtle message to get on with it. I suck more vigorously; increase my tempo, as my tongue flicks the sensitive underside of his glans. I look up at his face, his eyes, open a few moments ago, taking in the sight of my face, my mouth bobbing on him, are. Hmmm. I nibble your ear. You moan. hmmm. I leave a trail of kisses down your neck. hmmm. I look at you, your eyes are closed, you are smiling. I unbutton your shirt. I lightly bite your nipple through your bra. You jump and moan. I massage the other breast. Then I change nipple. "Ohhh, ohhhh, yes" you moan. I leave your bra on, I like to see the cleavage. I slowly kiss all the way down your belly. hmmm. I pull your skirt down. I'm reaching down below your belly button. Oh, I'm so. I cannot abide insubordination. I reallyshould have them flogged for bullying this dear boy, I will speak to theBaroness this evening about them."A chill ran down his spine with all that had happened in the last hourhe had almost forgotten the look of fear in the female prisoners? eyeswhen Greta delivered the mistress?s message, he actually several of themquake with fear. He was still recalling this when his thoughts wereinterrupted by a shrill voice."Are you going to put this on or not," Madam. The following weeks as I try to surpass my repressed feelings, my curiosity triggered. While my mom in the gym, I went to to her rom and started to search the drawers. With a scent of guilt I searched everything: tops, dresses, blouses. Then I finally open the lingerie drawer. There was the bras and panties. I thought to myself "what am I doing". This is not right. But I was overwhelmed for curiosity.I was shocked to see my mom wore thongs. I mean THONGS. This was in that time where thongs were.