Sister Helen only just managed to get my cock out of her mouth in time for some of the eruption to actually land in the specimen pot but there was far...more on the cheeks of her face and the bed sheets.Snapping the lid on the pot closed; Helen then scooped up the cooling strands of spunk hanging on her face and promptly slid the gooey finger into her mouth and sucked it clean. The smile never left her lips as she clearly showed that she loved eating spunk. I quipped; bet it tastes better direct. She opened one and pulled out a t-shirt. She removed her lehenga there and I could see her back naked as she saw me in the bathroom a few minutes ago. And she wore that t-shirt and a panty.That was a long t-shirt and cover her till knees. Now she came to me and said –“Listen we have to do a photo shoot in a few minutes. My assistant is on leave so I told Ibrahim (Boss-who brought me here) to find someone. I saw photos you took of me and you can do it.”I asked –“Your assistant? What does it. It had been lying next to where she put the panties.“Tommy...” Emily says, carefully unfolding the paper she had picked up. “ ... as you already know, this summer, for my graduation trip, my dad is taking Stacy and I on a trip to Europe.”“YAY! -- We’re going to Europe. We’re going to Europe.” Came an exuberant singsong voice from the couch.The chant was of course coming from Stacy, who now had both hands up and giving the others a little triumph sit down dance, along with her victory chant.At. You aredone being anyone's sex slave and especially not to your mother." Oh stop being such a prude mother! If we Persians had just conqueredthose Greeks as we should have, there would be no stories of Oedipusand his sexual encounter with his own mother. So stop clinging tothose legends of our bygone enemies. I give myself freely and not asa slave. I sense your needs and I wish to use my skills to help yourelieve them. So indulge in the moment and discover what the otherside feels.