Putnam, please play with my tits!" Beverly encouraged. She did enjoy her nipples played with and Ms. Putnam was all too happy to oblige her.Ms. Putnam...pinched and tugged on the girl's tender nipples, twisting them right and then left as if she was tuning in a transistor radio. But that wasn't enough for the overstimulated Beverly."Harder! Pinch them harder! Please, Ms. Putnam, you don't have to be easy on me... I like it to hurt a little. Pull on my nipples hard. Please!"Ms. Putnam looked at. So I'm telling YOU!..." she squeaked as he pinched both her nipples through her blouse.She turned around, sliding through his hands, and put her soapy hands on his cheeks. "You have GOT to learn to control yourself!" she said. When his hands slid down her back to her buttocks she said "You're going to be doing that and Megan will walk in and then what will YOU explain to your SISTER about what you're doing? Cause I'M sure not going to explain it. So, mister can't-keep-his hands-off-his-mother,. I had no illusions about bringing her to an orgasm, in her line of work I was sure that was something that happened very rarely. She pushed back to meet my thrusts yet I didn’t feel she was in a hurry to finish. I stopped and pulled out. She looked back at me with a questioning look.I turned her around and pushed her up against the car. I stepped into her and pushed her onto the edge of the car and penetrated her from the front. “I hope this is okay,” I said as I thrust into her rubbing my cock. Willow went out like a light. - And by the way, it’s Mistress Liza to you, little slut.When Willow awoke again with a groan, she found that that was about everything she was able to do. She was tied up on her stomach in the bed. Her hands were cuffed and a chain fastened her to the head board of the bed. Each leg was tied with silk rope and spread to the bedposts on the left and right lower end of the bed. In her mouth was an unfamiliar object that made anything but a muffled.