I remember one particular time I had put her in bed and started my routine. “Mom, are you sleeping?” I softly asked her. “Mom, are you asleep?...�� I repeated, just a little bit louder. She didn’t respond, but continued her regular breathing. Confident, I reached forward and gently slid her nightgown up to her waist. Although her legs were slightly spread, I also pushed carefully on her, spreading them further apart. As usual, I was soon on my knees and pressing my face into her pussy. I. It was my winter break from third year at college and 22 years old, when I saw Tommy go into my ex-girlfriend's parent's house. I knew he was in for a major case of blue balls, that why I broke up with her (I now know that I enjoy being left with blue balls, and sought out women that were cockteasers). She would not get my rocks off, after dating for two years, but I figured that in college I would get laid, but I was wrong, the women where were total cockteasers there too! However, I digress.. You would still have your panties on.That's when in seemed to sink-in.... much like my fingers were at the moment."So I'm going to give you what you crave" I said in a soft, confident tone. "that... and so much more. You are going to be My wanton slut for the next hour, and I'm going to make you say and do things that you've only dreamt about."She was now blushing."Now, it's your turn" I said calmly. "Lead me into your home and into the room where you will offer your body to me completely. You. It was not an easy task as one of the more difficult to reach pipes hadcracked. I was there for a good hour before finally finishing, and I waslooking forward to an afternoon off cracking one out over the image of hercleavage.We settled the invoice and I prepared to leave. Mrs Green leant forward onthe breakfast table, her cleavage more prominent than before."We can't really afford this bill, and my husband is still at work. Can Ipay it off some way else?" she asked.It took all of my will power.