Secretly I want to be told what to do. My hands run up the outside of your legs and push your skirt up to your hips. Slipping off your shoes you place...your feet on the arms of my chair and sit on the edge of my desk. Looking into my eyes as you plays with my hair, Telling me exactly what you wants and how I am to please you. When the instructions are finished you calmly reach for the back of my head. Threading your fingers through my hair, and pulling me toward you. My tongue reaching out to. The dream was the resumption of consciousness. Or maybe it was the beginning of it. In later years she would sometimes look back and wonder if it hadn't secretly been her birth.She was still in some murky netherworld, but at least she could move again. She turned to look around, but there was nothing to see but endless, featureless grey; she knew, in the way you knew in dreams, that she could walk forever and still not see anything. The surroundings were not what was important.He was.She knew. " replied Billie jo. "I can't go back to hotel like this. Run back up there and get me some clothes and i will hide in the fishing shack on the other side of the pond hurry back."Bobbie Joe put her clothes on and went back to the hotel to get Billie jo some clothes and Billie Jo hid in the fish shack. Bobbie Jo had just about gotten back to the shack when she saw her mom and Uncle Jo enter the shack. Oh no thought Bobby Jo. Eb went and told on us and now Billie Jo is caught. Inside Billie Jo. I take one long lick of her beautiful pink pussy and I'm sure I can taste more than her juices; in fact, I think I can just taste my Masters cum too. He can see the quizzical look on my face as I lick my lips and as if he can read my mind he says, "No slut, that is not my cum, it belongs to the whore’s cuck husband. That's why she is being punished. She let him cum inside her without my permission, and then she thought she could give me sloppy seconds as if I were her sissy husband." I don't.