Aur black bra bhi nikhal diya..Mom ki boobs to coconut ki tarah dikh rhe the..Uncle ne use kareeb 10 min tak chuse rha tha aur masal rha tha..Muje to ...isa lag rha tha ki mein bhi unme shaamil hojau..Suresh uncle ne apne shirt nikhal diya aur pant ki zip me se apna lund nikhal diya..Unka lund shayad 5 inch ka tha aur mom ke muh me rak diya..Mom unke lund ko ice cream ki tarah chuse rhi thi..Aur zor zor se hila rhi thi..Suresh uncle ne mom ko ab bed par lita diya aur mom ko nanga kardiya…Uncle ne. After a while Jeff and Brian went to the bathroom so i was left alone with Jen. We were still dancing, but we slowed down and she kept pushing closer into me. Eventually she was pushed right into me, i could feel her boobs on my chest she wrapped herself tight around me so i pulled her in close. I could feel her grinding her thighs into me. I slide my hands down her body until my hands landed on her perfect ass. I kissed her neck and felt her grind more as i squeezed her ass. Then Brian and. She said in a louder voice, “You will call me Mistress, and you will call John, Master. We will call you, Slave.”“Yes, Mistress.” Saying it felt completely natural. Standing there like that had been beyond any of the wild fantasies that she had constructed since John had made his statement at the hospital.Betsy stood there for a moment looking at John. This was not how she expected to spend the evening with him, but she was definitely turned on by the situation. She commanded, “Slave, go into. I drew her hot bath, made her a sandwich and ordered her to drink brandy in hot water. Afterwards, I dried her, kissed her and carried her to bed, the one in her room as she had suggested.The night flooded my brain when I awoke after drifting to sleep in her arms, and looked around the room Her room. My God! What have I done? Had I wanted it to happen? Had she? Obviously, she had.She came in, wearing the T-shirt and socks from the night before and carrying a glass of orange juice. She handed.