I shifted slightly.“Do you want to stop?” Sarah asked.“Yes,” I said watching her expression turn to disappointment. “But I would like to sta...t on your other breast.”“Please,” she laughed while quickening her pace on my penis. “I guess I have not scared you off yet.”I moved over to her right breast. I kissed and licked around the nipple. It quickly became hard and erect. I began to suck and again rewarded by her sweet nectar. I sucked and swallowed for several minutes. I moved to get on top of. I know it is getting moist and has started glistening in the harsh light from the lights.I can feel her close to my face. I can smell her secret place. She is teasing me, because of my sucking her panties. Then I feel the liquid in my mouth. Not a lot. I know what it is. "You like dirty panty." She laughs again, forces my mouth closed and winds tape around my lower face again. Sealing in the panties with their new taste of pee. At first I mind a lot. But it passes.I feel the board moving on its. She grabbed his wrist and stopped him for a moment. ‘What do you say to that?’ She asked. ‘Yes mistress, sorry mistress, thank you mistress.’ She relaxed. His words seem to befuddle her. His words were magical. As if they touched something deep inside of her, that was the essence of her being. She let go of his wrist and he undressed her, he slid the fabric of of her shoulders down to her hips, the shirt was meant to go over her head, but he just kept on tugging until the fabric ripped. That and the fact that she flashed them to him one day while looking for ‘something’ she dropped down her cleavage. He _knew_ they were nice. Cotton bra or no cotton bra, the shape of her titties couldn’t be denied. Her waist and hips were gentle curves that said woman all over them. Sometimes you could see the underside of her boob when she would lean over a desktop. Her hip-hugger jeans packed her uncommon latina ass in like it was a natural. But nothing compared to her.