”“And Pete? What happened there?”“I made a mistake. I was flirting like I always do, and I let it get out of hand.”“Flirting and blowjobs ...re two seriously different things, Melanie. What made you do that?”“I guess I wanted some adventure, something exciting, something naughty. And Pete wasn’t able to give that to me.”“And did you get it?”“No. Instead, I ruined my relationship with Pete.”“So then you tried to use me to break up with Pete. But he surprised you by giving grudging approval. You. Then I hung my head, put my hands back behind me and whispered, “No, Mistress Summers.” “I’ll let it go this time. But this is the last time; in the future, refusal means punishment. Do you understand?” “Yes, Mistress Summers.” I seemed to say that phrase quite often, I noticed, while I watched Anne crouch down on one knee in front of me. “Whatever happens, keep looking me in the eyes. And keep your wrists behind your back.” I nodded while I kept my eyes on hers, the trepidation about what she. Shifting uncomfortably in my prediciment I sat there looking up at Allison. She began to berate her mom for giving me head, asking why she was doing that.Deb told her daughter she enjoyed it so she was giving me an old friend head. I nodded that I liked it but the glare told me not to keep nodding. So I looked for a way out. "Your dad won't let me give him head and hell I have to beg for sex from him." Deb tells her"Mom I stopped calling Paul dad last year when you told me he wasn't my father.". She still preferred to watch me cum and liked it when I shot it on her face or her tits. Then one day she really surprised me. I walked into the house from a long day at the office to find her in a sheer black body stocking that hugged every curve of her body and left nothing to the imagination. It went from her ankles up to her armpits, just barely covering her tits. It was crotch-less from front to back so that the lucky man had access to anything he wanted! It wasn't so much the outfit that.