And that means?” Ashley hesitates. “On my knees?” “ Is that an answer or a question?” Ashley stands up straighter. “On my knees.” �... That’s better,” Joi encourages. “Always on a lower level. Now if the game calls for romance or seduction, equal footing would be fine. The game of service has very specific rules. And never, ever, ever pink undergarments – unless told to wear them of course.” Joi smiles softly. Some girls need to be broken, others coaxed. Ashley is one of the latter. She. Calmly, without a word she uncrosses her legs, splaying them over the arms of her chair. Hitching her skirt up and revealing she is not wearing underwear. Her sex is clean shaven, with dark black labia and a protruding clit. I am spellbound. Her left hand finds it’s way to her lips, running her fingers softly over them, before spreading her beautiful bud wide open.“You men, no matter how many pussies you see, you just can’t resist seeing another one spread wide open, well now you’ve seen mine,. He sighed and threw is hands in the air. “I don’t know what happened.” ”Nothing happened,” I said, still grumpy. ”That’s not exactly true now, is it?” His eyes met mine and I felt a bit sorry for him. Clearly, his conscious was torturing him. ”It bothers you, hm?” He nodded. ”Because of my mother?” We both made sure our voices were soft. Their bedroom was on the third floor of the house, and we would hear her coming if she did, but still... ”Because you are my stepdaughter,” he said. “Look,. I saw Mum glance at my hardon as she sat on the bed . I let my hand wander up to her shoulder. Her skin was smooth like velvet to my touch. I knelt on the bed with my weapon prodding into her back. I let my lips brush along the length of her slim neck and as I did so my hands went around to the front of her waist. Feverishly now, I untied the four little bows that held the front of Mum's teddy together. At last, the garment parted. I slid it from her shoulders and told her to stand up so that.