Now come downstairs!"Brigit walked out of the bathroom Charly, not wanting to be left behind, followed her.They entered the living room, Charly couldn...t help but look at the half-bed where she had been tied down as he... Master Frank... had pushed his, his, cock into her bum. Then she looked at the Iron Maiden in the corner of the room and shivered.Brigit noticed her daughter's look and nodded, "That's what you have to clean. The dildo needs sterilising and the feathers need replacing, you also. It was something we had both talked about before and normally I never paid any attention. Only this time she was lying on her back with her hands cupping her breasts and her legs were bent at the knees and falling apart––like she was beckoning for me to slip between them. If not for the barely audible mumble of the TV, I would not have known it was on. I was so fixated on her crotch, I could think of nothing else until the flicker of an attractive female flashed across the screen. It was some. He continued to look around and watched with a contented smile as the girls ran their hands over the new instruments that they couldn't play until later in the morning. Since it was already late, rather early, it wasn't fair to rattle the neighbor's windows, and even at the lowest volume it wouldn't be very quiet. Heather was jamming quietly with Maryanne. Heather had picked up the Washburn acoustic and Maryanne was picking on the Taylor. Bob sat in awe as the two played a few acoustic numbers.. “Why hold back?” “Well, I haven't been topped since law school." Her pussy absolutely flooded at the admission. "What do you call what I just did to you then?" "A good start?" she smirked. "But you are not my master. So..." "Oh yeah, and how do I get that title?" "You need to figure that out yourself.” Alex smiled. “Once you do we need to have a talk about it." -- Kevin regarded his cum plastered lover. He laughed softly at the absurdity of the situation. "It looks like you're used to looking.