Can I help you with your zip?” she replied.I stood up in front of her, then turned slowly around - I wanted her to see my skirt, my hips, and my ass... And she did exactly that, but in addition, she placed her hand right on the bulge of my cock, letting it follow my hips around till my back was facing her, and she was rubbing my arse-cheeks through the smooth PVC material of the skirt. I admit that I loved this attention, so pushed my ass back so that the PVC tightened, outlining my cheeks. I soon had her body twisting and shaking under my tongue. I then informed her I was going to let her go, but she needed to do as I say or her mother would be hurt.I told Paul my plan and we removed her restraints then got 2 large black men to hold her arms and walk her down the hall to the master bedroom. There she watched as her mother was riding one BBC while another was fucking her not so tight ass, and another one was stood on the bed fucking her mouth. I got them to hold her there while I. The next morning I awoke to the smell of cooking and a note on the bedside table. Good morning lover, I am cooking downstairs. There is a bathrobe on the back of the door come down when you are ready. Love, your Jennyxxx I leapt out of bed and grabbed a quick shower. Heading downstairs I could smell omelettes my favourite, stepping into the kitchen I see the gorgeous figure of Jenny cooking at the stove. I walk up behind her and place my hands on her hips caressing her curves and kissing. What a perfect boyfriend I knew he’d be. He would never hurt me and we could talk honestly to each other. Not to mention he was unbelievably cute. From his shaggy blonde surfer hair to his tan muscular build. I often fantasized about us being together. I knew he felt the same way, but he always tried to hide it. I could tell the way he looked at me when I asked him if a certain pair of pants made my butt look big, or when me and him wrestled in the pool. I was 15 when I finally decided to tell.