She lashed it, whipping my cock with her wet tongue.I gasped, my pussy clenching. Pleasure flowed down my shaft, warming my twat. My balls drank it in... She groaned, her hand pumping up and down my shaft. Her other grabbed my girl-balls. She kneaded them as she bathed the crown of my cock with her naughty tongue.Then she swallowed the tip. She sucked me into her wet mouth. She nursed with passion. Her cheeks hollowed. Sloppy, slurping sounds rose. Drool spilled out of the corners of her mouth. I. "I was light headed, and I could hardly breathe. It was so erotic and so exciting to me to be treated like a real girl. In almost a trance like state, I enjoyed his arm around my shoulder as he led me out of the movie house and out to his car, where we spent a long time in a delightful embrace. I also could not keep my hand off the front of his pants. It made me feel strangely very free to be able to touch him in the way that he only ever let girls touch him, and I loved how that felt to. Then I closed the door, and walked a couple of steps towards her. Keeping my voice low I said: "Take off your dress, mother."Mother glared at me. "Take off your dress." I saw her eyes glance from side to side, but of course there was no one and nothing to help her. "Mother, I'm going to spank you - you will NEVER speak to me like that again." Pause. "Will you?"She blinked, and slowly, reluctantly, reached again to the hem, and began to pull the dress off over her head. Stockings, panties, bra.. . all sorts. It was pretty obvious where his interests lay. None of the girls were naked though, I noticed. Odd that. I mean you'd have thought – well, I'd have thought – that it was some sort of sex thing and he'd want them naked, but no. And it wasn't really porn, either. Nothing that I'd call sex on show, anyway.If there had been any doubt about Ray, the contents of his images folder blew those away. There were a series of folders with names like "Rebecca 12 Feb", "Angie 07 March" and so on..