So Idid it myself, reached down to rub my clitty. I know watching me bring myself off is a big turn on for Andy. When it came, my orgasm was deep insi...e me, made the roots of my hair tingle. My fanny juices were mixed with his cum, running out onto his balls and tummy. I let him slide out, in a pool of sex fluid. “Can you piss for me?” I asked, anger out of the way now, just love, lust and a bit of revenge I guess. He was panting and smiling. “Whenever you’re ready”I took his lovely, slimy,. It would be nice to cuddle together, perhaps even in the back row with an added fumble and feel if the film didn't manage to catch our attention. I watched her get changed for the night out, and found it so difficult to keep my hands to myself as she teased me openly by parading around in seamed nylon black stockings, a G-string and a flimsy low cut hold-up bra. She was in no doubt of the effect her choice of underwear was having on me - no doubt at all. Soon though, she covered all the items. It dawned on me that she was very much having that effect because of the words I’d just encouraged as suitably the type I need to - complete a scenario.“What if we did it? Phone sex?”I nearly fainted.I swear there were interchanging images of my mom like in some crappy Cinemax soft porn for goobers, “Ohhh Barnabus… would you like to have a real good look at me? These, perhaps?” And my mom would be squeezing her boobs together and plattering them up like Eggs Benedict. What the fuck is going. Such a lovely name, Gravenkemper. "But she must be very shy. She hasn't said a word the whole time she's been here." "No, Mother. She has a ball-gag in her mouth," said the pigtailed girl said dressed all in black but for the white of her large round collar. "Well, that explains it. I wouldn't want you to associate with anybody not as gregarious as yourself. Unless, of course, it could ooze off on them. Well, play nicely." "We will, Mother. I'm taking her to the playroom."+ + + The hand.