Mami:pkka raat ko sone me koi dikkat to nhi aati na..?(mai samajh chuka tha mami indirectlysubah wali baat kr rhi h)Me:nhi mami koi tension wali baat ...hi h b thik hMami: ok.Me : mami ap kitni sweet ho sb a kitna khyal rkhti ho aap jaisi lady har bnde ki life me ho to uska to wo bnda kbhi dukhi na rheMami: haan beta tu to samajhdar h pr iss ghr me kuch log aise bhi h jinhe dusro ki koi chinta nhi..Me : kon h wo mami..? Kya aap mama ki baat kr rhi ho..?Fir wo bohot udas hokar boli ha ..!Tere mama. “Waddle and quack,” Dannye demanded. So Paul waddled and quacked as Karyn filmed him with her cell phone. “Priceless!” she exclaimed. “You better not,” Paul replied. It was too late. My phone chimed and Paul’s duck walk was already Facebook’d. I grabbed the quarter and bounced it into a shot glass. I took my obligatory drink and made a second bounce, landing the quarter in the shot glass. I took my second drink and then looked at Dannye. “If I land it, you have to give Paul a lap dance,” I. Mum moved to Jaden and did the same to her, first clasping her pussy then smacking her there, six times. Jaden gasped with each smack. Would it stop us making out? I wasn’t sure though I didn’t like my pussy being smacked. I would have to ask Jaden what she thought, when we had the chance. At least Mum ended our punishment on that third round throwing the slipper on the bed but making us stay in position, our bottoms perched upwards and our pussy’s on show, and she let us cry ourselves out.. Sometimes he will allow me to be free. My body free of any entrapment. Limbs and body free to move about, to respond to the ministrations of his tongue. Other times he will bind me. Wrists and ankles are tied sometimes together, and sometimes to objects. Mouth gagged and eyes covered so all I can feel and sense is his phenomenal tongue.Either way, I am a puddle; unable to resist in any shape or form, his tongue and the things he does with it.I am in heaven when I am on my back, legs spread.