The master arrived, spotting us at the table immediately, he was a short and stocky pack of muscular energy, with a tiny neck, and a crew cut hairstyl..., who shook hands with my driver/scribe and to my surprise kissed my hand in a very gentlemanly fashion. Easing my fears, just a little. He fetched a round of coffees, and we sat as if to talk like old friends in the near deserted dining room. I gave him a copy of my list of do`s and don’ts thinking it would help, it was a mistake of the first. I tried to keep my face composed while scanning every inch of skin she was exposing. If she had not been there, it would have been very hard to ignore the voluptuousness of my own daughter, so I was grateful for the diversion.With just a patch of clothing at top and bottom, there was no way either of them could have concealed anything, yet the alarm went off for both of them, much to their embarrassment. It even appeared that they were more than embarassed--more like horrified.I watched with. As she ground on my face, I felt my cum running between my lips. I was actually turned on by what I was doing. When I was done I made a mistake and confided in her that I liked it. She said that's gross that you like it, I was trying to punish you but at least you have a talented tongue.She loved me eating her after cumming too quick and it became a regular occurrence for us. I always came quickly so she used my mouth and tongue to get off. I usually got so excited that I was hard again by the. . in the house... outside... behind the barn... and even here inside the barn. I’ve really enjoyed watching you make use of all of my old things. ... and that key case was so easy to find. Do you always trespass naked?”“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Nicole sobbed, “but please let me cum. You can punish me... anything... but let me cum!”“You have to ask nicer than that,” the woman said with a wry smile. “My name is Annabelle Owens. My friends call me Ann or Belle, but you can call me Mistress Ann.”She.