Prepare yourself, embrace your submissive desires and then come to me on your hands and knees.When you put on the collar I will be a loving master to ...ou. I will take the position seriously. I will not hurt you with concerns of the outside world or be critical of you. If you disobey, you will be punished and you will thank for me for your punishments as you know that my paddle cracks out of love. My duty is to take care of you and ensure that you know that you are mine.Out of respect for you. I didn't hear any actual words, just pleasurable moaning coming from both of my mom's mouths.For the time being, I kept my hands down on the floor and solely used my mouth. I didn't see what Rose was doing, but I had to envision she had her own thing. I had no idea just how much sex Rose and Kate had, but they definitely demonstrated a sexual connection that wasn't just from love."My juice is bubbling now, dear goddaughter," Kate moaned, rubbing my head again. "Fuck, you're dynamite. I love. Some of those fantasies become real, and with those lucky enough to be the ones we choose to participate, there are witnesses out there capable of assuring anyone that, yes, some of us women are turned on by that, whatever secret taboo act that is.For me, it started when I was in my early twenties. I was passive about my interest in teenage boys, even though the age difference left a little more grey area than it does for me now at forty-three. Passive, in that I imagined and fantasized and. I then kiss you harder and more passionately, and you kiss me back. Our tongues dance in each other's mouths and our lips press hard against one another. As you start to lean forward, I press you back against the couch. I pull your shirt off your head in between passionate kisses, and I expose you breasts hanging in your black, lacy bra. You move your hands on my hips and undue the belt around my waist and undue my button and zipper. You pull my pants down and I step out of them. Your hand went.