Obediently, he began skipping,bouncing up and down, practicing the complicated games and rhythms hiscaptors demanded he learn, and his heart sank as h... watched MissVictoria, begin to stalk around him for he knew what was coming when shetook on that look. Miss Victoria was unlike her mother and sister. MissFrancesca and Mistress Anna were quite matter-of-fact in the way theytreated him. Yes, they were draconian and had debased, degraded andviolated him physically and mentally. They'd never. Her long brown hair cascaded from the mask if a frizzy mess as she pulled it from her head. She was 40 this year, and though her friends jokingly called her a cougar, it seemed like every day she found another grey hair and watched her once-reddish brown locks fade. Maybe that’s why she was doing this, she thought as she pulled her hair into a ponytail of her own. Maybe she was jealous, and wanted to steal some youth for herself. Whatever the reason, she didn’t have time for introspection when. His throbbing member was still in Lenochka’s submissive mouth when the smiling Natasha groaned long and loudly. He felt the spray of her release on his face like a waterfall from a great height. It pelted his closed eyes, his nose and his lips with her female essence. It was the pervasive cloying scent that he loved so much to taste and inhale at just such times when his needs were overwhelming. They all rested in each other’s arms and he made acquaintance of their surprisingly pristine rear. ..lol... Once she'd gotten over the shock of my unannounced arrival, she slipped her hand back down the front of her skirt, started to rub herself over her panties, letting me watch. I just sat there on the end of the sofa, enjoying the view, I started to inch closer, hoping she wouldn't stop or tell me to back off. I then put my hand onto her leg, it felt so smooth as I started to run my hand up from her ankle to her knee, slowly pushing her skirt higher and higher. As I got nearer to her.