Again,Anya moaned, twisting upon the bed.Buffy's lips, nose, and chin were wet with Anya's cunt juices. A riverseemed to have sprung up inside the dem...n's pussy, and it overflowedwith a constant stream of fluid. Buffy lapped the flood, rubbed hernose in it, drank deeply of it, and still more of the nectar gushedfrom Anya's quivering loins. Grasping Anya's tits, Buffy squeezed themin her hands; she kneaded, lightly pinched, and tweaked their stiffnipples with her thumbs and fingers. Mostly,. "Please what?" I, um," I paused. Could I really humiliate myself this way? "I need to masturbate."I couldn't look at her."Okay," was her response, after a minute.I began to rise, to go to my room, when Tracy stopped me."You'll do it right here," she told me. How could she do this? I was mortified.Tracy sat down on the couch, leaving me on my hands and knees in the middle of the floor. She still held the end of the leash. My body was on fire. Despite my utter embarrassment, my right hand went. In front of his stepmother I said, "I am sorry to bother you. I come into your hours and even your room without notice. If events work out I will find a place nearby to live and work and not bother you further."The boy was big and brawny for his race and still larger than me now. He said in a surly voice, "You can go there now." I could but your mother wishes to think on this matter we spoke of. If she decides in favour of this then we have to have time to plan then gather what we need before I. I lifted her up and put her on the table. She purred, ‘I like a man who knows what he wants.’ ‘I like a woman who dresses in such sexy stockings,’ I replied, my hands sliding down her sheer silk-clad legs. ‘Mom always told me to dress like a professional woman on the outside and like a sexy siren underneath,’ she purred, as I moved my hands down her left leg and to her foot. I took off her heels and kissed the top of her red painted toes, which matched her thong. ‘Does my sexy model have a foot.