And it did not take much to make me reach there. Enough was enough. Even though I loved this game of hers, I could not hold on any longer. Her constan... show off’s in front of me, her intentional bends, how the unbuttoning reached a point where there was nothing left to unbutton, her semi-nude walks in front of me after her shower. I always had my dick in hand over the sweat pants, rubbing and she seemed to love the show.Come one morning, I decided to take matters into my own hands. To make her. I licked up its length, my hands following my tongue, and jacked him off. I returned to the huge cock head, sitting on the floor I took as much in as I could. I sat on the floor, sliding first one hand up his huge length, followed by the other, replacing one hand at the end when I reached my full stretch, thereby continuously jacking him off.It seemed to take forever, but all of a sudden his started to buck a bit. I scrambled out the way of his hooves, but kept hold of his beautiful cock.. He put his hand on her head and forced her to drink. I was sure that she will be drunk soon as she is not habitual of drinking. She took few minutes to balance herself when he left her. Prem come near her and pull her hair band out. Her hair were open up to shoulders. All three brought her in front of mirror. She was at front and they were behind her. Prem ordered my wife’s “Rani ab ek ek kar ke mirror mein dekhte hoye apne sare kapde utardo. My wife was front of me and the fat man sitting. I felt a hot flush of shame rising from my neck to warm my cheeks.Miss Ford didn't wait for me to speak. Her face softened, a golden radiance replacing the sharp glare in an eye blink. "I just want you to be a good girl, Stephanie. I want you to do as you're told. Do you understand?"To my surprise, I did. "Yes, Miss Ford," I replied, nodding."Then lie down over my lap," she said softly, patting her knees with her fingers. Breathing quickly, barely able to believe what was happening, I stepped.