Bastard faggotty, or closet-faggot preacher-man had cussed me out within that being of the atmosphere for the premises of properties for that being of...a public facility of a nigga, or nigger church that he himself presides over whereas from there I myself haven't felt that being of the same ever since, & as he himself had cussed me out for that being of the last part of last year, imagine that, & so now I myself just really go to church as of the present given moment in time so that I can, or. My turn to blush. "Thank you... I think". I replied.I was frozen to the spot, not sure what to say. The bulge in his boxers seemed even bigger. "This may sound like a strange thing to ask..." He added tentatively. "But can I see them properly?" He asked."See them properly?" I repeated, taken aback by his question."Yes." My breasts?" Yes, I want to see them properly, both of them." He smiled."But, but I'm your mum..." So?" Well, I, I err...I don't know, It's just wrong." I stuttered."Says who?". Truth be told, Sir drove me crazy in a hot way. He was the neighbor guy you'd really wanted but never could have. Before Master and Sir had their agreement, I'd often fantasized about Sir taking me and having his way with me. Here I stood in my stiletto platforms, miniskirt, stockings and garter set patiently waiting on Sir. Where was he???? My pussy was juicy wet with anticipation of the flogging I'd likely get for being such a bad girl while Master was away. Sir generally took care of me very. We kissed, my tongue going deep in her mouth. We kissed as she rubbed my cock through my jeans. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Debbie rub herself. My cock hard, I pulled away from Becki. I got to my knees and made my way over to Debbie.“Let me take care of that.” I said. Debbie undid her pants and lowered them to her ankles. For a chunky gal, she kept that pussy well groomed. And she tasted great as well. I rammed my tongue in her pussy and licked the clit for what it was worth. Debbie.