Shelly’s feet moved up the bed and opened her legs wider for him. The skin of her legs felt warm and smooth to his touch as he looked down and watch...d as her lips parted enough for him to see she was already damp. As wonderful as it was to be viewing her perfect pussy, he couldn’t wait to taste it and eased his face down towards her.As his tongue started to savor the sweet taste of her excitement, so his hands held her hips and started to gently slide up her sides, all the time tantalizing her. Balanced on his face were a pair of plain white cotton panties. Taneisha recognised them as her own. As his thrashing of his cock and balls became more and more frantic, Ken put his left hand to his face and pushed the panties against his nose and mouth. He took a long deep breath. Taneisha heard him chanting a litany ?Oh Mistress Taneisha, I’m your slave, oh Mistress Taneisha, I’m you slave ?? over and over again. All of a sudden Ken made an incoherent grunt and rope after rope of stringy. He even had a throw and big ass pillow that made it look like a sofa, sorta. The difference was that at the head and foot of the bed, instead of being Air Force gray, the pipes were painted gold. The throw over the mattress was a blanket looking affair with the Marine Corp symbol in the center. There was a small desk, with an equally small desktop style computer on the top. The computer shared the space with various desk type items. A coffee cup with the marine emblem embossed on it and filled. The class broke up into pairs. Charlotte worked with the teenage girl, who was the only one small enough to partner with her. The instructors walked around and critiqued the moves, often taking one partner aside to demo a hold or release with them. The instructors would do this with both the men and women, so Charlotte was not surprised when the British guy came by again to correct them. “OK Charlotte. Let's see if you remember this escape,” he said. It was a basic move which started with the.