I moved my hands from her shoulders to her back, returning to kneading and pressing all of the knots out of her back. “Lower, ” I moved my hands t... the small of her back, rolling my elbows gently. “Lower, ” I finally touched her ass, massaging her firm checks like there is no tomorrow. “I appreciate the love you have for my ass, but just a tad bit lower.” And I felt the soppy wet mess that was her crotch. It was obvious that she'd been awfully horny this entire time. “Uhhmmnn… Oh my god yes.. We're past the small talk, verbal four play and flirting. She's wearing a silk robe with thigh high stockings, a weakness of mine. Robe isn't tied so I can see an elegant Victorian Lace Bustier and Thong set. She knows me a little too well! She brushes her fingers across my lips. "You're droolin a bit, hun." I'm not embarrassed at all.She gives a quick tour of the house before I tour her body. A nice size house all to herself, we can do whatever we want wherever we want. A luxurious. It's still sore," she begged, arching her back so that her sex was exposed. "Please put it in my pussy instead."Her head craned back as she struggled against the cuffs that held her arms and legs spread wide, trying to see just who was trying to fuck her in the ass. "... Oh God NO!" she cried in dismay.The woman behind her, dressed in a skintight black latex outfit, wielding a strap on dildo was none other than-... her mother."No Mommy, please don't!" Laura cried, renewing her struggles against. Devon wore a knee length checked skirt, a white blouse, navy blue blazer, white knee socks, and black flat shoes.There was a school teacher's desk in the center of the little stage. A swivel chair was behind it. Devon was slightly nervous, worrying that she wouldn't do a good job and Freda would be disappointed and angry with her. She tried to remember everything Brigitte had said as the woman walked ahead of her to the stage and sat down behind the desk.She mounted the two steps to the low.