Once again, without warning, a large vibrator was shoved roughly into my cunt, and I screamed through the gag, my back coming off the bed as far as it...could. My eyes closed and began to roll in the back of my head as I felt the orgasm building. "Not yet, slave. You come now, its over and you will be sent to bed." His voice was so stern, but my need to come was getting stronger, and my will to keep it at bay was weakening. I tensed all the muscles in my body, trying to stop the waves of ecstasy.. There would be no more allowing him to masturbate under my clothing. There would absolutely be no more tummy poking and knicker rubbing. Even silly me could figure out that it was trouble begging to happen and besides that, I would spend the rest of my life doing laundry.My son explained to me that yes he looked at all the girls in miniskirts, but what he truly loved, what he thought was absolutely beautiful… was looking up my regular skirts and dresses when I wore slips, garter belts,. I was furious, and I was tired and already short-tempered. "I'm not paying you to sit on my couch, drinking my beer, and getting drunk Sophia. Your only 12 years old! And if you think I'm mad, your absolutely right, so just wait until I tell your parents!" as I yelled at her, not knowing how much I lost control of my temper until I saw the look on Sophia's face. She was absolutley frightened and she knew what she had done was wrong. Now at this point, not only had the smile gone from her little. They looked perfect, dark pink nipples standing firm and hard. Next, she began to slip down her skirt, pulling it over her hips and down her tanned legs. It dropped around her ankles and I could see she was now wearing only a pair of yellow bikini style panties. She must have been really turned on I thought as I could also see a darker patch of fabric where her pubis pushed against the material. Man, she was wet! "What do you think?" she cooed. I gulped but could not answer her. She moved.