The sight of all those hands doing all that fondling took her breath away. This cock! My cock! My master's cock! I belong to it, to him! That's the co...k that will own me and rule me! She whispered in awe, "It's so ... beautiful!"Katherine spoke from where she still sat at the table."Yes, it is. His cock is gorgeous enough, but what's really beautiful is seeing all those tender, sliding, feminine hands on it, working it! Am I right? Seeing two naked, collared, big-titted mommies living to serve. Otherwise, those pictures are going to be plastered all over the place. You got it?’ ‘Yes…’ ‘Good… Now get down on your knees in front of me.’ More than a command, this was almost a relief as my knees felt like jelly. I practically collapsed between his spread knees. However, in my heart I knew what was coming next and I didn’t know if I could take it. Tony undid the button on his jeans and unzipped his pants. For as tall and broad as he was, the lump under his underwear didn’t betray his size.. Despite her declaration that “I really do have to get back to work,” I resisted Etta's efforts to dress and go by successfully stealing her damp undies. I made a point of sniffing them deeply. “I love the smell and taste of your musk!,” I declared. Etta finally gave up her quest to retrieve her panties, told me I could keep them “as a souvenir," toweled her pussy clean and finished dressing. I adored every single move she made. It was sooooo fucking erotic watching this incredibly sexy older. Gemma decided to finish the caning with a flourish and landed the last two strokes in quick succession. She remembered landing the last stroke when caning the Headmaster on that spot just below the bottom and at the tops of his legs. She remembered how he had cried out particularly loudly. So this time she landed both strokes on that spot on Miss Johnson's legs, which brought even louder cries from the gym mistress. Miss Johnson wailed with the pain but still managed to cling onto the chair and.