I switched breasts just as she pushed my head away. “We shouldn’t be doing this” she said“We aren’t even related” I retorted “That’s t...ue.” she said and allowed me to continue.As I continued to lick and suck her tits and out of the corner of my eye I spotted Tina slipping her hand into her pants while rubbing her breast through her shirt.“Want me to help” I ask herShe just nods as I slip my hand into her pajama pants and down to her hot pussy. She gasps as I slip my two middle fingers into her. She was petite with dark brown hair had a girlish body highlighted by extremely large, very suckable tits. Margaret had married when she was very young. Her husband had divorced her three years ago and when her sister died her teenaged nephew Henry move in. Margaret lived off of his alimony checks and the money she made from counseling, which wasnt much. The ironic thing was that her husband had divorced her because of her extremely strong appetite for sucking and fucking young studs. A. I have one hour left to make youpresentable to Mistress."I of course do as I'm told.I take a few minutes to compose myself. When I return I ask? "MissJennifer, how did you meet the Mistress?" I was an outcast in high school in Los Angeles, I didn't care aboutsports, or band, or any of that school spirit shit. All I cared aboutwas fashion, and make up. I wasn't gay, I'm still not, and neither areyou, by the way.After HS I chose beauty school over college, and loved every minute ofit. After. She always had Lisa massage her butt and legs after a work out because they always were a little sore and before she could stop herself she was saying it, "Could you do my legs and butt too, I just worked out." Rob took one look at her butt. Women nearly never asked this, especially not ones this hot. If they wanted that they usually asked the women masseuses. He tried to ignore the fact that he had already been looking at her ass the whole time he was massaging her. Even through the towel it.