I licked and teased and worked her all over until she had a nice quivering orgasm. She lay there on the bed with her legs spread wide and her pussy al... wet and glistening. As her breathing slowed I started to crawl up between her legs ready to slide into to her and feel her wetness and warmth. She put her hand on my head and pushed me back and she said "not yet". As I backed down she swung her right leg over my head and once on her stomach she pulled her knees up under her until her butt was in. "He found himself blushing at the complement. "You don't look so badyourself." C'mon!" Tamara leaned down and gave him a peck on his forehead, "I'mstarving. Let's head down to grab a bite." Slipping into wedgeslippers of his own, he stuffs his room's keycard into his purse andfollows Tamara out the door.Making their way down the hall, he makes some final adjustments to hisoutfit as he slings his small purse over his left shoulder, beforefluffing up his side ponytail with a flick of his right. Then the boy Jacob - I'd say a year or so younger - came over and took hold of my right hand and just never let go. The little one, Yvette must have felt left out but she solved that problem by climbing on my lap and locking her arms around my neck.I really didn't know what to say to them. I could see a big bruise on Miranda's face and remembered the impact it had with my shoulder as I picked her up the night before. But she never mentioned it.I hadn't been with them very long when a lady from. "Look!" the voice demanded. She could not see him well, just a shadow behind her chair, but she knew he was there. There watching her. Watching her watch herself. She could not close her eyes, could not look away from her naked, open body reflected back in that cold, revealing mirror. She could feel the ties in her hair, the ones holding her to that horrid chair pull again as he released her braid. She had no room for movement in her head, could not turn away from her own image.She could feel.