Was this the reaction her cook sought, was this the oncoming orgasm that Betty had described over tea and cakes as different and so very massive? Tho...ghts tumbled through her busy brain, there was another stroke yet, just one, would it be enough to tip her over the edge into this intense orgasmic void? She looked up at him her eye contact having been momentarily lost. He had moved to the side, needing a different position the better to strike at her tender breasts, she knew the target was. But even if she had a penis (which wasn’t her intent, of course), she wouldn’t be able to do anything: cold ruthless steel glimmered between this slut’s legs, and it meant serious business.Everything was perfect? but not quite yet. After some thinking she took off the bra: her bare breasts would acutely remind her of her helplessness. After some more thinking she put black high-heel shoes on her feet and tightened every strap very carefully. Now, that’s more like it. All these preparations made. I looked up as her face was full of pleasure I had now completed my target but wanted more as Tracey kept grinding her hips making the sensation unreal her hands run through her hair as she groaned and moaned, all of a sudden the door opened and in walked Tracey with a video camera, sitting down she started to film her mother and I fucking I carried on pleasing this sweet pussy that I was now filling with cock, a few moments later I looked across at Tracey she had put the video camera on the. His hard hands were on her breasts, fondling and giving her hard nipples gentle pinches, making her moan in pleasure.One hand round his hard cock stroking it while the other held his balls all the time looking into his eyes. Sergei let his head fall back, closing his eyes to let her do whatever she wanted. Silva stroked and played with his cock and balls, everytime she felt him start to cum she eased off and let him slip back form the edge. He didn't seem to mind been denied the plasure of.