I quickly turned around to see him happy and fucking satisfied. He just lay on the bed and I slept beside him. Then he asked me how I relieve myself. ... saidI masturbate, and then play with my partners cock for some time and sleep. He said he wanted to see how I masturbated. I told him to sleep on his tummy and slowly press my boobs; I rubbed my cock against the bed and came on his hand that he kept near my cock. He and I were satisfied like hell. It was 11 pm and we were just lying down hugging. Just when I thought my face couldn’t get any wetter my mother in-law pleaded for me to suck her clit.“Oh please suck my clit! Make me cum in your mouth.” Joyce wailed out.Just as I pulled her clit into my mouth Joyce let out a low a****listic growl and began humping my face. Her orgasm rolled through her body as I felt the juice flow from her pussy. My cock had been revived by my mother in-laws words and actions. I had waited long enough and now I want to feel my cock slide into her wet pussy.. Like that. Thumb too. Good girl. Now your other hand... Good girl.”“Open up and say ‘ah’. Yes, like that. You are such a Good girl. You are doing so well. Now bite down, not hard, just relax and let it be natural. Loosen your grip. Let me straighten this for you. Better. Now bite again. Good girl.““Is this too tight?” Speaking was mostly impossible with the wooden bit in place, so Helen shook her head.“I’m going to put an outfit on top of the one you are wearing. Let me know if any of the. I smiled. "What are we looking for in this partner, Madame? Tall? Slender?" Mais oui!" Pretty face?" Hmmm. Perhaps not necessary. She can sport a mask — it is all ze rage in Paris. More important is ze posture. She must be elegant; she must walk like a dancer and dance like a zephyr."A mask! Of course, then no risk of her being recognised as a collar! "What about big breasts?" I was painfully aware that my collar would not shine in the current fashion for cantilever bosoms to display maximum.