On her thigh, she had a little tattoo of a flower and it said the words “Love” under it.Mom took my hand and we walked over to my bed. She sat dow... at the side of the bed and bent down and took my cock into her mouth.”O gosh mom, ” I moaned, ” suck me good, suck me… Oh, that feels so good” She looked up at me and smiled and continued running her lips up and down the shaft of my cock. I knew I wasn’t as big as my dad was, but Mom was making me feel like a size ten I put my fingers through her. The touch of the feather is both pleasurable and excruciatingly intense in its lightness. The anticipation of where it will stroke next wakes up every nerve-ending in your body. All you can hear is your own breath, gasping each time the feather touches. I occasionally break contact, changing where the feather touches next, keeping you guessing; increasing your anticipation. You wriggle a little as I run the feather along the bottom of each buttock, raising your bum in the air as you become. "Now spit that cum on your pussy, bitch. Rub it between your cunt lips. Let's see you rub that nasty cum into your sexy little hole." In the past, I've disobeyed when a 'customer' has given me such degrading orders. The result is always the same; days without food. I don’t want that. I want to survive. I want to avoid pain. I'm just a girl, but I'm also human. So I do what Dmitri tells me. I spit the globules of his cum onto my hand. I reach down, rubbing it into my sex. The jeers and catcalls. . and had been a little disappointed myself that we hadn't. Not to mention the fact that with Jared now being here, our activities would indeed be curtailed to some extent while he was."Come here, touch me," she whispered lustily. "Feel how fucking wet I am!"I scooted my own chair over towards her a little, now sitting directly beside her as I slipped my hand down between her legs, and as she then did the same to me. We sat, fingering and playing with one another pleasurably."God that feels.