It was feeling so good. I'm your bitch, I'm your whore. Just get me off. Please. Oh, please." See, Mum, I told you she was a slave slut."That's a good...twist, I thought. Playing like she was talking with her mum."You've gotta beg my mom to lick you, bitch whore."Liking the new added spice of pretending her mother was in the room, I said, "Oh, I've always wanted to be your mother's slave slut. Oh, it makes my pussy so wet. Please have your mum eat me out. I need her to lick me so bad. I'll do. I took the hint and slid my lips over his glans sucking him slowly deeper. I spent a minute or so slowly bobbing my head up and down over his delicious cock teasing him with my tongue as I swirled it on the underside of his cockhead each time I caressed his shaft with my lips.He grunted in pleasure working his hips slowly in time to my oral worship. I broke off again to rub his cock and balls with my hands. He reached to my head and pushed it into his ballsack "lick" again a single command and. You have to admit it is funny that a man in his later thirties to early forties is telling me I need a little more experience when I am 71 and have lived an interesting life.“Let me worry about that.”“Another thing I don’t like is the location he chose.”“What is wrong with it?”“He wants to meet you at the main duck pond at Beacon Hill Park. If something went wrong, there are too many exits to cover. He is good at what he does. If he wants to kidnap you, we can’t stop it.”“Don’t worry. I think. The water was cool, and refreshing and while I splashed around, my mind was engrossed on the cock between Bill’s legs, the cool water splashing against my overly sensitive breasts and the thoughts I was having after seeing my first real penis, I could feel my body start to tingle with excitement. I looked over to where Bill and mom had been sitting, mom had returned, she was sitting with her back to the pool her legs either side of his waist. Her hips seemed to be moving in and out, then I.