If you prefer I won’t drink it.”“No John its fine, I’m not much of a drinker myself maybe a glass of wine when I’m out to dinner with friend... sometimes. Mother never approved of spirits.”“Well a glass of wine is good - after all Jesus drank wine right?”She smiled as she answered. “That’s true I guess. I have to go and you have my number if there’s a problem. One last thing, you met or at least saw my kitty Emily yesterday. She tends to come and go as she pleases but now that the weather is. " She said, then blew a cool stream of air over the head of my dick, wet from precum. "I want to Ma. I need to. I need to cum so bad." My Ma switch hands again. "I need you to cum too. I can't jerk you forever." I looked at her through teary eyes. I didn't just want to cum, I needed too. She gazed back into my eyes and I think she understood my need. She kept stroking me as she gulped back some air, and then bent down and took my cock down her throat. She roughly bobbed her head up and down.. He doesn’t want you here today, I’m sorry.”“Oh come on, can’t I just wait quietly until you are done? It’s a long way home and we haven’t done anything in ages!? He begged. I looked at his sweet young eyes and gave in.“Ok, but i’m going to tie you up. I’m gonna gag you and you can’t watch.” I said firmly.“Oh come on that’s not fair!”“It’s that or go home.” I insisted. Tom loved being bound up so he capitulated with a devious smile and I stripped him naked and bound him face down on my bed. I. You have been watching the whole thing. "Make yourself cum again slut, I want to watch you cum for me" I obey, rubbing my clit and feeling my orgasm wash over me again.You control me. What I wear. What I do. When I piss. When I cum. You own me.Zoe is a very normal, attractive, business woman - if you saw her on a train, or on the street, she looks very typical of any 40 something professional woman. It's only if you could see her under her clothes would you notice anything, different..