I had never done that before which surprised her.She gave me a look like never before and then smiled that wonderful smile that I know only as my mom�...�s.“They are waiting for you to tell them what you are dancing tomorrow, Charles,” she said, shaking me out of my reverie.I pulled Claire away and asked her, “Tomorrow — Samba or Jive, Claire?”“Don’t make me pick, Charles — you pick, I don’t want to jinx anything.”I turned to the registrar and asked what the other dancers have selected. She said. " I smiled and shrugged. "I cut her hair and uh, my Master, he took her in the ass. Once." Did he?" Miss Ingersoll smiled at that. "I'd like to his be his boy, too. What do you think about that?" Ma'am?" I blinked at her."I've taken a genuine interest in your Master and I want him to like me," the woman explained. "I have it in mind to woo his gentle heart, but I fear that Nature and her sly sister Fate have played a cruel trick on me." I don't understand, Ma'am." I giggled nervously."You're. He lays his tongue flat against her puss and slowly licks upward ending at her clit, then begins to massage the clit between his tongue and upper lip, carefully swirling the tip of his tongue back and forth along the underside of her clit as he applies a steady rhythm of pressure with his lip. Letting his tongue caress the sides of her shaft at the end of each stroke of his tongue.His instinct tells him to stay on the clit, but he has the brain of a cunt hound so he stops and plunges his tongue. It looked like mine. I instinctively grasped it with my right hand. It felt like mine. I pursed my lips together, unsure of what to do or say or feel. It suddenly didn't seem as silly as I thought it would be.“Lie down,” he told me confidently. I obeyed and leaned back, and the cock stuck straight in the air like a flag of newly conquered soil. I giggled.“Can I suck it?” The question caught me off guard, but whether by adrenaline or alcohol, “yeah!” flew out of my mouth before I had even.