I carry you into the room and place you on the king-sized bed that I requested. As I remove the cuffs, slip off your dress, I see that you are wearing...your vibrator-filled panties but no bra. As I get the panties off, I comment on how wet you are, and I ask you if you really meant what you said about doing anything I want. You frantically nod your head and say “Yes, yes, yes! Please let me cum!” Grinning, I run my tongue against your pussy, feeling the wetness and tasting the sweetness. You cum. Puberty meant changes like hair on my cunt but most notable, breasts, cup caked nipples were more my predominance, than actual breast fat, I was a nipple girl and never wore a brassiere, to school, my popularity with the male staff, taught me more than actual studies and selling the questions to exams to the students for money, made me more than the blow-job they got for free, for passing them on to me.I remember once going to the cinema with a boy and we got into it in the back row, I had. My orgasm was so close now and by the looks of things so was hers…… Now what happened next is still a blur to me. In fact I still ask myself if it really happened but it did, oh yes it did! 6 words that I heard that night, said softly to my ear “can I help you with that?” I jumped out of my skin to see my friends mum right next to me. I never heard her come into the room, I don’t know to this day why she was there. I believe she was probably just checking on us if we were fine but know knows. I. Her slight bucking increased in tempo as she felt the build up of the first climax. She felt hot. The tongue was relentless. Her own wetness, and his, drove her into uncontrolled imagination. Thoughts of men, objects, demons flashed through her collapsing mind in seconds as her body went rigid and a rippling wave of orgasm brought her to the heights of release only to let her crash down again as it passed. She lay there panting hard. And still the tongue lapped on. She now knew better than to.