“An hour, Ruri!”“Sorry, Mom,” she said, shifting. “We, uh, lost track of time. The movie ran late. You know.”“And you lost your bra? And...where is that nice skirt and blouse you left in.”She hesitated. “I, uh, spilled something. Had to change.”“Into a slut's clothing?”She winced. “I'm twenty-one, Mom. I can—”“You live under my roof. You will dress and act and be home when I say so!”“Sarah's not home!” Ruri shot back. “She is under the supervision of Britney's mother.” I put my hands on my. Turns out, she does want more access to me and begins to unzip my fly and fish out my cock, stroking me to full erection.“Won’t your wife be jealous about me doing this?” Kitty asks me before I feel her mouth swallow my entire cock.“Um, no she wouldn’t be jealous. She does the same things to guys she is interested in. We sort of have an open marriage, much like that of swingers,” I tell her. I get an acceptance moan as she is giving me an extraordinary blowjob.I reach underneath her skirt and. As the weeks progressed, however, the topics became more about Emily herself: the colleges that she had applied to, her interest in becoming an English literature professor, her love for Romantic poetry, and arguments she'd had with her parents. The more I spoke to her, the more I wanted her, not only for her body, but her mind, too. I saw a lot of myself in her when I was that age: bookish, ambitious, and feeling stifled by high school and its attendant social strictures. I was amazed at my. .my god it was amazing.then i kept on licking till she had another gush of cum flowing into my mouth which i drank eagerly till the last drop and licked her pisshole clean.then she got up and asked me to stay there..after about 2 mins she came with a leash and tied the collar around my neck and laughed saying ” now u look like the perfect dog i never had” then she pulled me to her bedroom and warned me to walk on my fours like a dog.As soon as we reaches the bedroom she said ” hey doggy are you.