“Remember baby, there is a quid pro quo. In return I expect you to organize a man or men for my sexual pleasure soon after,” she told me. “Think...about that just before you are ready to cum.”A week later on a lazy Sunday afternoon Sarah has Karen and three of her women friends for afternoon tea. I am wearing just a pair of tight, low cut jeans as Sarah oils my naked torso.“You know your turn on is my turn on baby,” she smiles as she oils my naked torso and teases my nipples. “I want to make this. She laid her head against my shoulder, looked at me with her soft and alluring green eyes before asking in her most innocent voice, ‘Are you sure that you can drive with just one hand baby?’ ‘Oh yes.’ I assured her softly, ‘I’ve had lots of experience.’ ‘Oh I bet you have.’ She replied almost inaudibly before she placed her hand on my thigh. The contact was not necessarily sexual in nature, but it was enough to get my skin flushed. Mom seemed to be oblivious to my slight gasp of breath as her. I had a flash of memory of all the planning, all thepreparation, all the pampering it had taken to turn this woman I hadbecome into the vision of loveliness I saw in the mirror.The music started, and I left the room, and made my way to where I wouldmake my entrance. An older man, who was obviously this woman's father,took her arm, and we began the slow march down to the front where mygroom waited.Soon, vows were exchanged, as were rings and kisses, and we weredisplayed to the crowd of. Just relax and let it happen. Good girl."I finally release my grip on your hair, watching my cock slide out of your throat as you sit up. You catch your breath as you wipe spit from your chin before leaning in to kiss me, shoving your tongue into my mouth. "Yes," you say, pulling back and looking me in the eye, "I think she would like that lesson very much." What do you want to learn next?" I ask, sitting up, pushing you back onto the bed.You throw your hands above your head, smiling up at me..