You don't know my face, my voice, my name. Only that I am older than you and that I dared you on xhamster. You hope you really will meet me and have f...n as promised, but you are more than a bit nervous. In the mean time, I am enjoying both your nervousness and the anticipation. When I feel it is time, I send the SMS I had prepared.Your phone vibrates, and you nearly jump. Reading the message, a smile comes to your lips, and the excitement rises even more inside you. You can feel yourself. There in the mirror stood a child ballet pupil as Mummy Jones secured me up the back. Then she stood up and our smiles met through the mirror. ?There darling. Isn?t that just beautiful. There?s only the frock to complete your outfit.? Now that I looked like a ballerina, I hardly wanted to spoil the image with the party frock but Mummy Jones seemed determined. My shoulders were also beginning to feel cold with only the narrow straps in the unheated barn. I watched Mummy Jones. Her hand eased down between her legs while her other continued to cup her breasts alternately, squeezing them so her fingers dug into her areola, pressing the nipple down into her breast, the hard button rolling around the top peak of her ample bust.The hand between her legs instantly found the opening she sought as her fingers darted for her favourite little button to play with. At the very instant her fingers touched her clit Julie was startled into a high gasp that made no sound as the door. As Helena got within distance of him in her desperate hurdle, he caught her by the wrists. He lifted both her hands on the back of her head. Helena tried to struggle to free herself and jump onto him but he was too strong. She only succeeded in gesticulating wildly and adding to the discomfort of her pose induced by her captor. This had the result of making her even wetter. The wetness between her bare legs only covered in the middle by water waterboarded panty now useless in its primary.