She is hot for me. I kiss down to the back of Elizabeth's knee, and then begin the sensual trail back up her other leg. She is getting so hot that she...is lifting her bottom slightly, in spite of this meaning that her face is pressed deeper into the pillow as her hands are unable to support her. As I kiss up her leg I can see her pussy nestling between her legs, peeking from between her thighs. On impulse, I lay between Elizabeth's legs, twisting into position so that I am on my back with her. She didn't have to say anything, I knew my place. I knew what to do. It didn't take long for me to discard the safety of my navy cotton tracksuit bottoms and scarlet Arsenal T-Shirt, and her eyes sparkled menacingly, still wearing her oil-splattered work overalls.I could fit my hands into the black restraints myself; I could actually get out of them easily enough if I really wanted to, but that wasn't the point. I had made the bet with my wife and consented willingly. Sure, my butt would sting. She got up bed and rubbed her wet pussy to my face and I started licking it like it was a once in a lifetime opportunity but she stopped after a few minutes and got off bed. She slipped the vibrator into her vagina and pulled knickers up she wanted to get out like that but I hesitated so she got an even smaller miniskirt than mine … it was like 4 inches or so. If you know where to look you were able to see her pussy and the vibrator too. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up and told me “Let’s. Oh, like, I canNOT fail this Ms. Johnson. Pleassssse...” Jamie begged. “I can't say you did work you didn't Jamie. Its not fair to everyone else. I feel bad for your mom, and I know about the situation, but don't push this off on me. The responsibility is on you.” Danielle looked straight at her. “Please, give me some time to do the homework. History just isn't my thing. It's interesting when you talk about it, but the book is sooooo boring, and I try so hard to concentrate, but I just.