Tasting my juices. Tasting his own mother's cunt. He's so good, Tim. His tongue is so good on my fuckslit." Put your thighs on his shoulders, baby. Pu... your thighs on his shoulders and hump your cunt in his face. Fuck your son's mouth with your twat, baby. Feed him your fuck juices."Jennifer didn't have to be told twice. She put her legs over his shoulders and locked them around his upper back. Then she started humping her son's face, forcing her own drooling pussy tighter against his face, her. After that, we'll need about thirty minutes undisturbed, thank you." Yes, Mr. President and thank you, Sir," Art replied as he watched the firm stride of his boss headed for his office. Flipping open his cell, Art made the call and ten minutes later there was a knock on the Oval office door."Come on in Al," The President called out. "Have a seat, because we've got things to discuss and you need to get your game face on." Yes, Mr. President. What can I do for you today, Sir?" Well, it's not so. I felt like my ass was raw and I began to beg him to please stop, I was so sorry about how I behaved.It had to be well over one-hundred additional spanks with the leather paddle I received. Some now landing on my upper thighs above my thigh-high stocking making me winch at this new source of pain.With my ass raised from his lap in the position he had made me assume, I suddenly began to feel myself becoming damp with juices flowing from me. No, not tonight I couldn’t, this just hurt so much,. Slave crawled behind his Goddess as She led him into the hotel lobby. At the main desk was a young man who appeared to have an erection. Mistress stated Her name and asked for the key to their room. Once asked, Mistress took slave's credit card out of Her purse and paid for the rental. Mistress then told the young man to grab the bags out of the limo and take them to our room. He eagerly complied and couldn't rush out to the door fast enough.As Mistress led slave toward the elevator on it's.