My tongue is on my Mother’s clit And licking it with glee My finger pushing up your cunt As you begin to pee. It only is a tiny drop But I can feel ...t, wet Especially at your urethra Which I begin to pet This helps you stimulate you cunt And soon you want to pee But I ask you to hold it back Until you’re fucking me We then decide that it is time My cock, in you, to hide So, Mother spread your lovely legs To take my prick inside I am so busy fucking you That I do not discern That your friend,. His hands moved down to between her legs and saw her pussy. It was shaved, he was glad, it saved him the trouble. It was darker than the rest of her body and he placed two fingers into her slit. She was dry but he expected as much. He put her clit in between his fingers and squeezed hard, this made her stir a little but not completely wake up. He got some rope and tied her arms behind her back and tied that to a pylon in the middle of the basement, just in case she should try to escape. He. I shouldn't have. Shit. I hope she keeps hermouth shut. I'll just claim she sexually assaulted me!!"Dan stopped. That was it. He was safe. He could just claim to be thevictim. He lent against a nearby locker, breathing relief. A shiver ranup and down his spine, as he glanced around. His eyes lighted onSamantha, one of the cheerleaders, who was busy chatting to her currentbeau Chad. He grinned; Samantha was always good to oogle. Buttoday...there was something about Chad....his eyes kept. It was a bizarre set up. Seated at a table that stood by a bay window in the lounge were our “guests” for tea; two elegantly dressed, shop-window dummies. “You are all far too inexperienced to practice on any of us,” Miss Carson announced, seeing our looks of disbelief at being expected to wait on mannequins. “When you can do things properly for Amanda and Sally here, you MAY be allowed to try serving Miss Matilda or her guests.”First of all we had to lay up a table for afternoon tea. Miss.