Tammy however had more things that I was supposed to do first. Apparently my mother had told Tammy that she shouldn’t let any boy fuck her that woul...n’t eat her pussy first. So Tammy lay back opened her legs and then told me to eat her. That time I need instructions because I didn’t think that I was supposed to bite her and chew before swallowing. Apparently my mother had eaten Tammy out a few times so she knew just what I was supposed to do to her. My mother ate Tammy’s pussy! Why? Was my. "Tell me how much you want to obey me," she growled, drawing her hand almost all the way out, while holding me wide open."More than anything in the world Mistress ... OOhhh!" My wail was cut off when her fist punched lusciously back into the wetness, winding me for several seconds.Yes, I had submitted at last, and it was truly beautiful. I had just called her Mistress for the first time, and as a reward, that evening Mistress Margaret took me to a very special place. She was brutal and gentle. She had dreamed of release from Natoma’s catch-as-catch-can meager parsonage, stuffed with all of the broken and cast-off furnishings of a tightfisted, poverty-stricken congregation. And she dreamed of freedom from the one-room schoolhouse, where Ada had spent her youth. A schoolhouse to which she had now, in her eighteenth year, returned to lay waste to the youth of another generation of ill-dressed and barely literate children—one day a student and the next day the new schoolmarm, simply by. With two at first, then three – steadily, then with more urgency. I arched my back, grasping the edge of the leather sofa as I felt myself coming close to an orgasm. And there it was. I could feel the tremble from my core to the toes on my feet. I was biting my lips so hard I could almost taste the blood on my lips, but at that moment there was no holding back. I screamed and gasped out her name, a desperate prayer. She leaned down on me, her fingers wet from my cum, unceasing in her.