I also didn’t enjoy sharing him with most of these women due to the fact I could no longer control my fits of jealousy. Perhaps I drank a bit too mu...h as well during these parties. Like any normal drunk, my mouth got me in trouble a lot when I had been drinking. I got to taste John’s hand on my ass many times when we returned home. As Sara once told me it wasn’t enjoyable. I finally talked to John about being jealous I told him I hated seeing him with other women. I told him my jealousy was. He watched the young woman in the mirror slide ahand slowly over the soft curve of her belly and down to the mat ofblonde hair nestled between her legs. He felt the hair against his slimfingers. Then he touched, ever so lightly, the lips of his pussy. Eventhat slight touch caused him to jump involuntarily. He began to feel a tingling in his nipples as they stiffened.With his free hand he lightly rubbed them. That felt good. In fact itfelt very good. He started to massage his breast with. Without saying a word, he comes inside and i drop to my knees. We both frantically undo his belt and his jeans and briefs come down. I look up at him through my thick layered eye make-up (daddy insisted i wear lots of mascara for him). I take his already hard cock in my mouth... I've been dying for this all day. I suck hard and deep, feeling him stretch open my throat. He tells me how much of a good girl I am. I feel so special and love being his little princess. He pulls out his phone and gets. You take me by my wrists and hold them above my head as your other hand massages my breasts beneath the top. You see I’m enjoying myself and you can not have that just yet, you want me cowering and begging to cum. You rip off my shirt right down the middle and start to slowly suck on my protruding nipples, making me shiver with excitement; you suddenly bite down hard making me cry out in pain. “Enjoying that are you?” you shout and I know I should do as my told and reply with a shake of my.