He then held them up for me and watched as I obediently licked them clean, knowing that I was defeated. Once he was finished with me he stood up and b...gan to walk out, but not before picking my skirt and top up off of the floor and walking out the door with them in his pocket as a souvenir, leaving me with just my latex leggings and gloves on, with of course my heels.Exhausted from the first orgasm I'd had in months, I laid back on the bed. Just as my head hit the bedding I heard the door pop. Und sogar ne Fickmaschine! Geil!!! Und wie ich sehe, ist die Herrin bereits fixiert! Darf ich?“ „Darfst Du WAS? Und wer hat Dir überhaupt erlaubt zu reden?“ „Entschuldigung Herr, ich war so beeindruckt von alle dem. Ich meinte mit meiner Frage, ob ich der Herrin Fotze lecken dürfe... darf ich?“ „Ja klar, deshalb liegt das Fickstück ja so offen da! Und ich bin mir sicher, dass sie schon darauf wartet und klatschnass ist! Ist sie immer und sofort, wenn sie da drauf liegt. Also los, leck ihr die. . Or at least I thought. My mother grabbed my junk through my pants and instantly I went rock hard. She stroked it a little bit as a small tease. "do you think of me doing this sometimes sweetheart" she stared in my eyes as she massaged my dick. Yyes was all I could reply. "really?" she said already knowing the answer. She unzipped my pants and saw the tent in my boxers then pulled my cock out which flew out from arousal. Then to my amazement my mother leaned down still staring at me in my eyes. Why I’m telling you this I always liked to sit on a females lap, hug them tight, watch my Anglo-Indian teachers (Gracy (mom), Lucy (First Daughter), Lana (Second Daughter) underneath their skirt. Gracy never used to wear underwear. Because I Used to Watch Her Mostly Every day after her nap in the class which will be after our lunch break.There were other teachers too but to show some international standard to parents, schools used to recruit Anglo – Indians instead of the real. Only these three.