Now that I was a full-fledged member of the sorority, I was entitled to the use of plebes for my personal slave-girls on special occasions and I took ...dvantage of that perk to take out my frustrations on the poor girls in the nastiest manner possible. A lot of my sorority sisters thought that my innovative punishments for the slave-applicants was my finely-tuned imagination in matters of sexual kink but I knew it was Happy who trained me in my nasty ways and I had already performed all of the. ..”“Well... that's... thank you baby, but it's just not right for you to touch me like that, I'm your mother.”“I know mom, I sorry it won't happen again.” We finished up our shower then got dressed.The ride home was filled with an awkward silence, I couldn't bear to look into my mom’s eyes and I don't think she could look at me either. While she was driving though I couldn't help but drift off into fantasy about what it would have been like if I would have gotten to finish what I started in the. ”“What about my tongue sliding along there?” I asked, and I put the mirror down, and pushed my face against her wet pussy.“Oh, yes, you can do that any time,” she sighed, and leant back against the wall, and closed her eyes.I lapped firmly along her pussy, tasting her sweet wetness as my tongue swirled around her swollen clit. Reaching under my chin, I slid a finger inside her, moving that in and out, curving it upwards to press against the walls of her vagina. I could hear Megan moaning. “Thank you for a most pleasant and unusual morning.”She got up, ignoring the slight quiver in her legs, and departed for her cabin.Donna“So, how was she?” Jason asked as Donna washed him in the shower.“Scrumptious,” Donna said. “I’m sorry you won’t be eating her any moment soon...”“Is she worth the wait?”“I don’t know, love ... is feeling up those tits worth waiting for?”“Oh yeah ... I’m hoping I can taste them next time...”“Slow and steady, honey,” Donna said, turning him so she could wash his.