So, she replied asap to the email. And the conversation started. They kept talking over email for about a week and Ashley found out more stuff about S...san, she wasn`t really that experienced, just a few sessions over the years, but enjoyed being controlled and the loss of power that the lifestyle provided, since Susan was a head accountant for a large company.Ashley also found out that she mostly wore skirts and blouses, with pantyhose and 3-4 inch high heels, including outside of work, that. ’I said I was.We all went up to our bedroom and Mark and Fiona literally ripped their clothes off leaving Fiona with just stockings and suspender. I was simply told, ‘cuck get your clothes off.’As I took Fiona’s panties off she said, ‘let me see how sticky they are.’I handed them to her and she called me a filthy bugger. She handed them to Mark and said, ‘look how he’s leaked precum and made my panties sticky.’He gave them to me and said, ‘lick them clean cuck.’I took them and loved the taste. What does this guy want? That's always the question I ask. Does he want to caress me a bit, kiss me and slowly get hard? Is he rock hard and just needs to cum now before his balls explode?Those calls happen a lot. I am always nervous about being able to make guys cum. Once they cum I know I have done my job and succeeded. I don't want him to have to take his dick in his own hand and stroke it for me. I don't want him to get soft, take a break, and then jerk off and cum. I want to use my body. I dearly wanted to touch one. I could almost feel them in my mouth. Dare I touch one? No! That would be insane. But I couldn’t help thinking about it. God, how I wanted to.I slid my other hand from the side of her face and inserted my finger into Mom’s mouth as my other hand closed over her tit, gently squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing. I pushed my cock hard into Mom’s back and inserted my finger further into her mouth as if it was a cock seeking the bottom of her pussy. For a.