I kept my eyes locked with her as my free hand slapped and squeezed her thigh while I kissed her other one. I smirked back up at her as she looked dow... at me. A fiery hot passion in her eyes and her face was flushed red. I kissed her pussy lips softly, my fingers still sliding inside of her. She is soaking at this point. I lick my lips and taste her sweet juices and smile. I look up at her and lick her pussy lips softly and teasingly. My tongue slips between the lips and up and down, swirling. She was thirty-four-years-old and was attending the party for Vanessa, her friend Sandra’s sixteen-year-old step-daughter. It was a party to celebrate Vanessa being appointed Head Girl at the sixth form college. She was the first sixteen-year-old to become Head Girl. In fact, she was the youngest in the class and would be seventeen-years-old in a couple of months. Sandra was forty-five-years-old.Sarah had an open relationship with her husband and could enjoy sexual liaisons with friends and. She was securely fastened in a position where she would not be able to move nor could she rest enough to sleep. Within 20 minutes her calf muscles ached and cramped up on her, her arm muscled tightened and stung, like a thousand bee stings. Her neck tensed and knotted up as she tried to prevent it hanging loosely and obscenely looking back towards her now empty cage.The hours till morning seemed to drag; there was no respite from the constant aches now wracking her body. Each minute seemed to. ‘Dillon! I can’t believe you’re here. Come in, have breakfast with us.’ ‘Peter!’ his mother scolded. We both kind of flinched like we were in trouble. Old Habits I guess, it may have been the tension though. I felt that, as sure as I was standing there. My appearance was random and forcibly awkward, I was setting everyone on edge. Whatever. ‘Take her coat.’ She said sternly. We both nearly laughed. Peter gave me a sly smile and took my coat into the next room. ‘I’ll fix you a plate dear. You.