Justine Loudon was an aristocrat by birth. Born to an English lord and Egyptian mother, she was an only child -- spoiled and pampered. Willful from bi...th, she developed latent tendencies towards cruelty and carelessness as she got older. The culmination of 22 years of reckless living, her relationship with Jamal had begun at the Puerto Bahnus during an alcoholic party and sex binge at the height of the season. With supreme self-pity and self-love, she concluded that her life was at a dead-end. "And tonight, since it looks like we're pretty much the same size, you can wear my spare leotard." What??" Ken gasped out loud, instinctively backing away out of fear. "You mean, I have to practice in a leotard?" Of course, silly," Julie rolled her eyes as if to ask how could anyone be so clueless? "Everyone wears leotards to practice." Julie turned to Sarah, "Mommy said she'd buy Kathy a leotard and toe shoes, if she wanted," she stated, smugly."Now, Julie, you go and start warming up," Sarah. He said" moms are different, they think it's naughty and boys that play with it should be punished so they'd stopI. But it's natural, and as you get older you're going to want to play with it even more". Really? I said. Yes, he answered. I started shaking and I had a funny feeling. Mr. King bent down and kiss my forehead and asked how was that. I was confused, my heart pounded,my breathing was fast, and my head was spinning. I had a silly grin. He said time to go to bed now and picked me up. I. I reached down to add my fingers to the sensuous rubbing Mistress Cunt was getting. Stroking hard now I could feel my jizz rise, anxiously wishing to spray everywhere, all over these two sluts below me. Mistress Cunt urged me on, knowing I was so close to climax. She told me that she was watching; watching me masturbate. I loved it; I loved having her eyes on my pole while I stroked it. I closed my eyes and could just feel Mistress Cunt's eyes feeling my cock as it worked it's way to it's wet.