I was surprised by that since normally she was so heavy handed.I held her by the shoulders with my middle fingers still sticky and slimy from playing ...n her wet pussy, as she slowly and gently stoked my stiffening cock. I could feel my nut sack tightening and my cock was so rigged, threatening to bust and spray her dress any minute. “Stop! Debra don’t!” It will make a mess on your dress.As we sit on our knees facing each other I put my hands back into those sticky wet cotton panties of hers.. .. twenty two hundred miles per hour and we will be subsonic in ten seconds, mark. Please direct lower level traffic over the Detroit river to clear the approach corridor to Belle Isle, over." Detroit 2015, if this is a joke, I'll have your pilot's license. Detroit Metro, over." Detroit Metro, Detroit 2015 copies and regrets to inform you that I do not have a pilot's license. Detroit 2015 is the royal yacht of Empress Lucy and is not, repeat not, an Earth registered vehicle, but a superluminal.. I started to touch and gave grandpa a smile. I finally asked with a soft voice, “Can I suck on it?”Grandpa was silent then he said, ” I guess so.”I turned off the water and got on my knees. I have never gave a blowjob so I was gonna try my best. I started to stroke grandpa’s cock fast. Grandpa started to moan like ahhhhh ooo yeaaa. I put his cock in my mouth and gave a nice rim job. I started to suck and slobber his meat all over my face. Grandpa’s cock became extremely hard. I sucked his cock. I realized that submission involved doing things you didn’t always want to do, especially when I didn’t want to do them. I had drilled that into Jenny’s head over the past week when I ordered her around like she was a personal slave. It had been fun having a little puppet on a string. It was not fun being a puppet on a string though. I asked myself why anyone would put themselves through such a constant tease by voluntarily submitting to someone else’s whims. Jenny enjoyed it. I knew she wasn’t.