“Whack!”“Sept Tante Wendy”“Whack!”“Huit Tante Wendy”“Whack!”“Neuf Tante Wendy”“Whack!”“Dix Tante Wendy”“Whack!”“...nze Tante Wendy”“Whack!”“Douze Tante Wendy”My French Mistress smiled as she watched me wriggle around, face down on her bed, for a few minutes before she walked over to her dressing table. She laid Rachel’s plimsoll down and picked up the thick, black leather belt that she had bought from eBay. Wendy studied the three-inch-wide leather belt for a moment, before placing the buckle in. She climbed up on me and reached down to position my cock into her tight pussy. I looked into her eyes as she fucked me. I never had a pussy so tight. As she was humping me she said how I was filling her up. I started to suck on her firm tits as she had her first orgasm of the night. After her second orgasm on the couch we went into the bedroom where I laid her down on the bed. I spread her legs open and went down on her. She couldn’t control herself. Her legs tightened around my head and. But look at you, you’re a beautiful woman. You had the men at the reception falling all over one another wanting you.Let’s not kid ourselves, Mom, you know you did. Remember when we danced? You---you deliberately pressed up against me. You knew you’d get me hard, and you did. You found it funny.“And later, in the car, you let your dress ride up, exposing your thighs and that---that garter belt. Maybe you had too much to drink. I didn’t count them, but I didn’t see you consume that many. I think. I remembered my boyfriend broke up with me, and I confided in Elise and Cammy, my two best friends, and they took me out to drink to console me. Then… nothing. I must have gotten wasted because everything else was too fuzzy to make out. I vaguely remember Cammy making out with someone, I think it might have been Elise, actually. I recalled the bartender, a weird guy in a three-piece striped suit who spoke like he was from the Godfather films and was smoking cigars, only I must have been really.