“That is very generous,” he said. I wasn’t sure if he really was talking to us out of a fascination or curiosity with us or because it gave him ...n excuse to stare at our butts. It could have been both. I adjusted my string bikini top so that my nipple popped out and then put it back. “You say that this is what your mother is teaching you in a home version of Summer School?” he asked.“Yes sir, she is using discipline to keep us from being sassy, selfish, hurtful, lazy, and prideful,” I said. I. Do you know where Silvia left the dry cleaning? I’m running late for dinner with the Blackwells and I can’t find my red cocktail dress.”Mom stood before me in matching off-white, La Perla bra and panties and Manolo Blahnik stilettos. Some subtle gold hoop earrings hung from her ears and a tiny bit of mascara on her eye lashes highlighted her sparkling, blue eyes. Aside from the missing dress, she was otherwise ready to go.“I think she left them hanging on the chair next to the other sofa,” I. He would set up a date for me, and he would have the person tell me what they paid for the date. It was usually something quite insignificant, like helping Jeff out with a job or something like that. It always humiliated me to know that there were people out there ready to do anything that Jeff asked for, because they knew they would get a sure shot at me. Some of the guys that took me out made sure to tell me what they had done to get me, and what they expected me to do for them."Who is it. I press them hard to my mound, the fingertips finding my clit. My hips begin a slow gyration, circling round and round as my feet and leg muscles begin to tighten and my fingers work my sweet pussy. I see you entering me from behind with your finger and I picture your finger, soaked with my juices and glistening in wetness as it glides in and out of my tight ass. Oh fuck, I am so fucking cumming as my fingers and palms press hard..harder the hardest they can as I climax. My feet and legs are.