I am sohappy to give her such pleasure. As her orgasm subsides, the hatchbackopens up, and I hear my mother's voice, "well clearly nap time hasended, ... thought there might be an earthquake, but I noticed that onlymy car was rocking."'Oh shit, I think to myself busted.' I pull out my hand from herpanties, but I am sure mother totally saw it."Oh Hi Mrs. M., how is your daughter doing in the jumping competition?"says Mistress Irmy, still breathing hard, but trying to salvage herremaining. “Think I’d bottle out of it?” she said as she moved onto her knees in front of him, “Not bloody likely” she finished with before stuffing it back into her mouth.So engrossed with trying to get the shaft all the way down her throat, she didn’t notice the doorbell ring. When I opened the door, stood there was my (not so) little surprise for my girlfriend. He introduced himself as Joe and I told him the plan.I went back into the lounge where she was still on her knees cramming Mr Nine into her. It would be a good place to meditate." That it would." Trunks said agreeably."Do you two meditate?" I asked."Yes, it is yet another thing that Sid has taught me." Trunk answered. "Do you?" No, I never took the time to try it." I answered. "Sister Amble, my arms master with the Sisterhood was always trying to get me to meditate. She swore it would improve my stick work." You received instruction in the staff then?" Sid asked. "Are you any good at it?" Not as good as I am with the knives, but I. That name, CoMoSlave; a play on the name of my hometown. No more than 15 minutes after I had arrived, I was stripping down to just my leggings with an open crotch for easier access to my ass and my cock and balls. Mistress followed suit very soon after I had stripped and brought out my toy bag. My Mistress put on a sheer piece of lingerie and then some make-up, "For effect" my mistress says. I could care less whether or not Miss had make-up on or not, in my eyes, she is a beautiful woman,.