I walk to my oven, grabbing the oven-mits before I pull the baking sheet layered with Felicia's meal. I set the baking sheet on the counter to let the...fish sticks cool, then I place a plate with the two drumsticks inside the microwave. I set the timer to a minute and thirty seconds and turn around. Felicia is busy pawing at the fish sticks. I laugh, "What are you doing?" She jumps and blushes, returning to her crouch position. "They have to cool down, or else you could have them now!" I say and. It reminds me of tapioca pudding and I love tapioca pudding," I said as I winced shyly. "Well, you'll love his then. You can eat it all the time and it will keep me from having to do it. He fucks me great but you can suck him off. I just want to be able to watch, is all I'm asking," she said with her upper lip crinkled. Just then Bob came in the front door and asked, "What are you guys talking about?" Nothing!" She replied as she winked at me. The evening went along and we all talked and. ' Jess slid forward off the bed and pulled down the tight mini skirt. It was just the right length clinging tightly to her gorgous ass but in true slut style short enough to see her suspender straps leading down to her stocking tops. With the platform boots on her legs looked even longer than normal and I dropped to one knee to take the classic looking up shot, catching the length of her pvc booted legs, her pvc clad crotch and the underneath of her glorious tits, the chain hanging down and. “We’re going to an event tomorrow evening at his invitation, love. A gala.” My silence must have spoken volumes, for she frowned, her hair mirroring her mood, dragging me over her lap, binding my arms behind by back and pulling my thighs tightly together so that, when she took her hair brush to me, I could only struggle helplessly, crying out as she reddened my bottom mercilessly. It wasn’t long, however, before my howls of pain turned to whimpers and then soft moans of pleasure, her hair.