He dove in and resumed the feast.Whatever Bobby lacked in experience and technique, he more than made up for with enthusiasm. His tongue snaked in as ...ar as it would go and his lips sucked voraciously on her gaping pussy."Uuuuuhhhhh... yeahhhh! Stick your tongue right in! God, that feels good!" Emma whimpered, enjoying the deliciously depraved thrill of a young boy's face in her crotch.She jerked and squirmed, grinding her cunt against his mouth, mopping his whole lower face with her wet. It was only 12.15, plenty of time for what she wanted, and since she had satisfied my craving...I didn’t let her say any more, I put my hand on her thigh and pushed it under her skirt, she looked down at me kneeling at her feet and I just lifted my eyebrows at her, she knew then that I already knew what she meant. My hand under her skirt, I shuffled it round so it was nearer her ass but not quite touching it, my fingertips barely touching the edge of the lace on her underwear. My other hand was. I tested the recordings when she wasn't home, so I would know what could and could be heard from the bedroom.Since we never used condoms, I bought some ribbed condoms, hoping to change how my cock would feel when I was fucking her. I thought any change in sensation might help to make her think that another cock was in her.Saturday rolled around and I had a couple of beers and she had a couple of wine coolers. We started to fool around and I suggested that she change. My wife asked if I had. Be sure to do a good job; how satisfied I am will determine whether you get fed that day, how tightly you'll be bound while I'm gone, even whether or not you get to use a toilet instead of lying in your own crap all day." He giggled; I, perforce, was silent. I didn't even try to moan audibly, though internally I was on the verge of panic. In the right context, those same words -- even those same actions, for a few days -- might have been a tremendous turn-on; here, they were threats. John.