She said she would show me how to masturbate and put her hand inside of the pajama bottom and placed her hand around my penis, moving her hand back an... forth. I felt my penis swelling and was taken aback at this, I never before having seen myself grow that large. I could sense she was getting a pleasure out of her control over me as she quickened her hand movement as I got bigger and bigger.With a broad grin on her face, she stood up next to my bed, placed her hand behind her back and. Mistress soon saw me there standing with my hands behind my back, naked, I am sure my hair was a mess, but my cock was stiff and hard in front of me. "There's my stud now" Mistress said to me in a joyful voice. She was standing there in black stockings, and garters, black panties and a bra that was overflowing with her bosom as she struck Stevie again. "Come over here and have your cock sucked" She said to me, but even though I thought it might have been her talented mouth that would envelop my. She reached up high to the back, which had the effect of riding the nightie up the back of her tight thighs and revealing a hint of her cotton pink panties. She came down with a small bag. She walked over to the bed and unzipped it. She pulled out a pink vibrator, and some heating lubricant. Now the show was heating up. She sat on the bed. I suggested that she straddle the bed. She must have been a gymnast back in the day because, those thighs spread wide on her knees, riding her nightie up to. We would talk about music, and I would ask her about her school and her friends, feigning attention on others more than her. Secretly I was taking every opportunity to study her body closer.‘Leon, can you hand me that poetry book over there?’ Beth asked innocently. She was leaning over the table pointing, while her top allowed a view of what had been starting to flood my dreams and fantasies. I handed it to her, and asked ‘What you writing?’‘Just a few lines about what I am feeling like these.