I ask you if I can touch your magnificent breasts.You: you may touch my breasts but only if you dont try taking that bra of, as that's my job and if y...u try i will punish you with more worms and stinting nettles this time instead of a spoonStranger: "Yes, mistress. I don't want to be punished" I begin massaging your breasts, and circling my fingers around your nipplesYou: wow that feels super you have permission to please my breast in any way you want my little princess subStranger: I lean down. It makes me think a little better of him, that and he looks like a slightly older version of my dad.That makes me a daddy’s girl I suppose but when you have a dad as good looking as mine it’s only natural.He closes the door behind us and leads me to the chair I’m supposed to sit in while he takes the one facing mine.The chair is comfortable, I must admit and I relax a bit, easing the tension between my shoulders. “Your name is Cleo?” he asks in his all business voice, sounding so reasonable.I. “It was the lady up the street,” said the boy. “I don’t know her name, she just moved in. She saw me ride past on my bike and asked me if I wanted to buy a Porsche for fifteen dollars.”“Oh my goodness!” moaned the mother, “she must be insane. Who knows what she will do next? John, you go right up there and see what’s going on.”So the boy’s father walked up the street to the house where the lady lived and found her out in the yard calmly planting flowers.He introduced himself as the father of. I was in absolute sexual bliss, but as I started to come down off the high it struck me what I had just done. The two black studs were getting dressed and leaving the room, Dean was putting his two cameras away while studying the pictures, and I was left laying naked and well fucked.So I dressed, suddenly feeling ashamed, trying to figure out how to go back to my husband knowing that he could never make me cum like I just had. Nearly three hours had passed since I first started posing, it was.