I was almost hard again, not quite at full attention. She looked down towards my cock and placed a finger on the tip of the head, then slowly ran it d...wn along the shaft. “Peter, I’m not sure if I can get all this in?” Her finger slowly coming back up to the tip. I looked down towards my cock, and watched her finger going down and then back up, I asked, “What do you mean? Your husband fucks you, doesn’t he?” She took hold of my hand and squeezed it gently, and brought up the hand she had on. " Brett whispered into my ear, before unhooking my bra and letting it fall to the ground. "I love your perky little tits Jordan." Brett said once again grabbing my tits. I continued moaning as I reached down and pulled down my pink panties. Brett reached down and began fingering my pussy, I leaned back into him and moaned out, "Ohhhh Brett." As he stopped playing with my pussy he pulled his shorts down and revealed his hard cock. He walked around in front of me and I expected him to want me to. " "Are you sure? I've seen moving around my door every night." He was staring right at me now, his face remained calm but the veins in his arms indicated otherwise. I took a sip of my orange juice, "please don't be mad." "I'm not mad, but why do you watch?" "I have to get ready for school." I started to walk out of the kitchen as he grabbed my wrist pulling me back. "I'm not mad, it's kinda hot how you've been watching me. What do you think?" "I don't know, I like watching, I don't know what to. She watched Madam Que strutting around her current subject, passionate words flowing from her to the entertainment of the audience. Caught in the corner of Madam's eye she spotted her Mistress friend watching from the safety of the curtain. Finishing off her spiel of the costume she was displaying, she politely ended that presentation and put an arm out to Mistress.?And now, just in the nick of time, I would like to introduce you all to a close personal friend of mine.? She motioned Mistress.