..You say “the city” and expect everyone to know you mean Manhattan.You can get into a four-hour argument about how to get from Columbus Circle to...Battery Park, but can’t find Wisconsin on a map.You think Central Park is “nature.”You believe that being able to swear at people in their own language makes you multilingual.You’ve worn out a car horn. (IF you have a car.)You think eye contact is an act of aggressionORYou can retire to Minnesota where...You only have three spices: salt, pepper and. .and i told you how beautiful you were and as i spoke the words you smiled and stood up and walked over to the desk...sitting on the edge...sipping on the glass your wet lips parted and your tongue darted out...and you looked down at me and said those were my feeling exactly...you then put your glass down on the desk... you look into my eyes...and say i going to show you how much you excite me...lowering your self onto your knees you take my zipper and slowly pull it down...and reach in and. ..Melody.” I almost called her Mistress. That would have been disastrous.“Why don't you tell us, Mom,” she said, her lips curling. I could almost hear her say “slut.”“It's the..um...” I licked my lips, glancing at it. The humming intensified. Clint turned the vibrator up another level. How could I think with rapture humming in my cunt?My naughty, nasty, submissive cunt. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket. My students watched me, muttering. They all stared at me. Only Melody knew what was going. Unable to summon up much breath – or coherent thought – Kayla muttered, “Ohmigod.”Mary chuckled and switched to caressing the younger woman’s back. “Considering the state you’re in, darling, I’ll take that as a yes.” She then asked Joshua, “You’re still close, aren’t you, my little lamb?”He responded as expected. “Yes, Mistress Mary.”“There you are with those firm, beautiful breasts pressed against you. Her hot, wet, little pussy dripping on you. It must be so hard to hold back, but you’re.