I know you have resources at your fingertips that I have to pay people through the nose to find out information for me. So tell me about yourself.”J...st then there was a knock on the door.“Come!” called Sir Alan.Bettina came in carrying a tray containing a pair of cups and saucers, a coffee pot, a jug of cream and bowl of sugar. Immediately behind Bettina stepped in Lyndsey, with a worried look on her face. Her eyes sought out Mason and saw him relaxed and smiling and instantly looked relieved.. I noticed Angel didn’t have any panties on as she took my hand and placed it on her fury pussy. I began rubbing my finger up and down her pink, wet slit and over her swollen, slippery clit while my other hand was up her shirt rubbing on her tits. She really was getting into it and trying her best to hold back moan after moan but every once and awhile she would let a loud moan slip. We both would look up at the people sitting in front but they didn’t seem to notice. I pressed my finger deep. Her manner of speaking and demeanor was enough to drive me crazy about her and dream of her every time I masturbated.Some more time passed and we got closer. Very often while I was at her place talking to her and generally having a good time, her daughter would return from college and sometimes join us and sometimes not. Her daughter is also blessed with the same mind-blowing structure like her mother but not the same flawless skin. But she is the subject of another write-up ;-)My interactions. "To deepthroat a real man's cock Mistress Mommy," she blushed.Taking the ball gag out of Mindy's mouth her mother asked, "Have youever deep throated a cock little slut?" N, no Mommy. Never." Have you gotten your little cherry popped yet?"She blushed. "R, Randal fu, fucked me last week." Bend over. No right here where Daryl can watch. You forgot my titlelittle slut."As she bent over it was apparent she wasn't wearing pantys and Jenniferproduced a riding crop. "You remember the position, now.