For about 20-25 minutes.I had gotten horny now. I lifted her in my arms and took her to my bed. She tried to resist since she wanted to be in control....But the beast was awake. I threw her on the bed and straight went to her vagina. I licked her , with my tongue, in and out. She moaned in orgasm. When I found it was wet enough, I tried to pull up the gown. She resisted since she wanted some foreplay. She wanted me to be the slave. But i wasn’t. I tore the gown in one swoop and slid my dick in. And then, when I was too sensitive for her to continue, she would lick her lips and run her tongue around inside her mouth until she had gathered and swallowed it all.Then, one day, she suggested another game. I had just made her cum twice, licking her first as usual because I was always too zapped to be of much use after one of Andie's gut-wrenching, ball-emptying blowjobs. We had rested together briefly on her bed, naked, arms wrapped around each other. Then she sat up, took my straining cock. I was trapped, in an awkward, but sexually stimulating way. Bev was still kneeling between my legs eye level with my cock. Her daughter had my cock in hand and had pulled the towel off her head. She smiled at me, her wet hair falling around her face. She had all the cuteness and untapped sexuality of someone her age. She continued stroking, her face getting closer to mine. I thought for one last moment, then closed my eyes and gave in to the situation. Either Bev or Christie could stop at any. .. wet cunt, Master," she said in a low whisper. I could just picture her looking around the office, her face red as she spoke. "Louder, I didn't hear you." "Master, I can't! I'm still at work, Sir!" she protested in a whisper. "I beg your pardon?" "Oh!" I hung up. It was an hour and a half before I called her the next time. I wanted her to think about what she had done. I wanted her to think she was in trouble. I, on the other hand, was enjoying this game immensely. "Hello, My slut." "Oh,.