She is fully aware that I love to look at her, see her pussy open for me. She doesn't speak, unless I ask her,” Lady Eva explained, as she caressed ...ulia's hair. “Jared, who has control over the Domme/sub interaction?” Eva asked. “The Dom controls the situation, Mistress,” he answered, promptly. “Number one, you don't call me Mistress, as you have not earned that right. Number two, the sub has control. It is the sub that will use the safe word, in effect stopping all action. Have you not done. Like daughter; like mother, Jennifer had her mother’s dress sense and style. She fixed her mascara and eyeliner and applied a coat of plum-red lipstick; she brushed her hair and sprayed fresh perfume on her neck.David padded down the stairs and came into the lounge; his older sister sat on couch and his mom called out from the kitchen.“Do you want a cup of tea David; I made a fresh pot?”“Yes please! Hi Jen” David said to his sister.“Hello David,” she replied closing her legs and pulling at the. Thirty minutes of slow, weak humping must have been a chore to Ean. But I got what I wanted. Under the slowing heart of my brother on top of me, I dozed into a painless sleep.I woke up with my eyes crusted over. It was dark out. Ean’s naked body laid curled up next to me. Two meals were set on the nightstand next to my head. More wetness trickled from my eyes. What was I putting mom through? How much was I hurting her in so desperately clinging to Ean for comfort instead of her?Silently, my. All I could do was lie there and think about how I wanted to fuck Claire. Eventually, my cock craved attention and I couldn't refuse. I jerked myself off, imagining it was my own daughter stroking my cock and when I came I imagined it was her pretty face being covered in my spunk. I think I came harder than I ever had before. I hoped she was lying in her own bed, frigging herself off over thoughts of me, but I resigned myself to the fact that she was passed out by now and wouldn't even remember.