He had by now pulled away from her intimate treasure spot and, still kneeling by the bed, his face hovered above her waist. His eyes admiring her perf...ct breasts and her lovely face beyond, he smiled back at her. ‘Like that?’ he asked. ‘Loved it!’ she replied warmly. ‘Where did you learn to do that with your tongue? That was the best ever,’ she told him eagerly before remembering that John was watching and listening. She wished that she could take those words back. ‘I must admit that Mandy. But BAD... Yep, very very BAD!A Thousand dollars! I'll give you a thousand dollars for the tape!Ahhh... NO!I don't know how teenagers now a days can be so cruel. What can posses you to treat a grown woman with such contempt?I think its fun. Besides, my girlfriends and I have been waiting for a grown woman to play with for some time.Play with? What do you mean?Oh you know, the kind of things adult women should NEVER be doing with teenage girls!You horrible creatures. You girls are going straight. .. more stroking andthen a third time. I'm drooling around the gag now.. then another blowthis time in the back of my knee. "Bitch needs to kneel now."I groan and carefully sink down on my knee, then lower the other. It's sohard blindfolded and bound. My heart drops a little as Mistress Thorneattaches my arm-binder to my ankles again.However she does return to the front and unfasten the blindfold, andslowly pull it away... I blink in the sudden brightness and look atMistress Thorne. She's. His face and hands are so brown, they are almost black. Above his wrists his arms are almost pure alabaster white and from just below his hairline up his skin is white tainted with red dust plastered on by perspiration.He looked at her straight in the eye by habit, and his eyes are blue yet so pale to be almost colourless with squint lines from smiling and the need for looking into the distance into harsh sunlight.'Those eyes!' she thought, 'I know, Paul Newman!'She loathes Paul Newman.He.