Cock!" She said, rubbing her face up and down the length of my shaft, and occasionally bumping my smegma caked knob. "Now service it, Slut!" I ordered... "Yes, Master, thank you, Master," my Mother responded beginning to lick the length of my shaft. My Mother really was beautiful; I thought to myself as I maintained eye contact with her, staring deep into those aquamarine irises as she serviced me. Under her purple Saturn nightdress, I could see the shape of her perfectly proportioned hips and. I reach my tongue for you, tasting your sweet juice as I run my tongue up and down your slit. Your moans get louder as I lick you. I move higher, reaching your clit and rolling it with my tongue. I feel the pressure from your leg on my back as you beg for more. As I keep licking your clit your moans turn to screams and I feel your grip on my head tighten. One hand reaches up and grabs your big sexy tits, squeezing them through the thin fabric at the top of the corset. My hand blindly searches. When her fingers brushed his shirt she subtly licked her lips and knelt, running her hands down his chest to his belt buckle. She could hear him removing his shirt as she undid his belt and zipper. Then pulling the fly of his boxers apart she reached in a hand and drew out his hardening member. Her fingers wrapped gently around his shaft and she leaned her head in to guide in into her mouth. Her lips pressed his boxers against his body, deepthroating him, then pulled back slowly along his. So, One hundred and forty-four sweet rolls total. It should have been forty-eight eels three times. But these two went first and last. Getting four of the rolls.”“Unbelievable.” Said Tomas. “I’ve never seen anything like it. The way they moved was beyond beautiful. The grace and precision was spellbinding. I didn’t even think to keep track of the eels and rolls. That is truly remarkable. I wonder how they managed to time it so well. It was a continuous flow from beginning to end. They couldn’t.