.." She must be a mind reader I thought as I textedher back, "not yet, but close waiting for your next move...."The next move proved to be another ph...to. This one was of Janet, she wasresting with her stomach across a low stool, facing a blank wall with ahole in it. Her long legs not visible in the other photos Moira had sentwere encased in blue opaque shimmer stockings, her feet firmly planted onthe ground beside the legs of the stool, exposing her naked ass high inthe air. The next photo. Kneeling down to press her lips next to his ear she whispered 'do you know why you are here'? His answer was breathless, 'my Mistress was disappointed with my tongue skills and after several warnings she made me book an appointment with you for training'.‘'Yes she did! You need to be taught the skills of pleasuring a superior woman with your tongue.' ' A slave will never be allowed to fuck his Mistress with his worthless cock so his skills must be developed to make him of some use to her’'!With. As my mouth traveled further south, mom removed her other hand and nudged her hips toward me. Her pussy glistened wetly, her lips and clit red and swollen from the abuse she'd been giving it before I barged in. It looked good enough to eat. I sat up and grabbed my mother's thighs, pulling her toward me so that she lay flat on her back. Getting good and comfortable, I dipped my head between her thighs.Mom's hips rose a little as I pressed my hot mouth against her pussy. Tongue swept over her. ‘I’m fine,’ I replied through a dry mouth as I gazed upon the performance on the stage that was occurring only a few meters away from me.‘Good, good,’ she said absent mindedly, ‘you’ll be great, I just know it. Look, I know that you suffer from your nerves at times Ollie but I want you to know that your the best dancer we have at the academy. Just go out and enjoy it ok?’ she finished as she patted me encouragingly on the back.‘Thanks, I will,’ I answered as a stage-hand appeared to whisk her.