Sarah flexed her fingers on his shoulders, digging her nails past his shirt. Wes looked down at her lips as they quivered her whispers. He placed his ...ips on hers, not pressing, barely touching her. ‘Sarah.’ The word was a mood and name and definition all wrapped in one. It was the answer to her unasked question. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Wes flexed his fingers into her thighs and lifted her up from the couch. Sarah latched on, tightening her legs around his waist and her. She hugs me and hugs my slave and I see deep in her eyes her desire to rub my cock thru my pants, and the need to kiss me. So I let her kiss me once and stop her, I tell here to remove her clothes and strip naked exposing her body she is shy but eager to please me. I tell my sub to sit in the chair and look at my slave for she has the insight to my plan for this evening. My submissive is nervous, I pull her hair whisper in her ear. Its going to be alright you will not be allowed to touch me and. “I want you to stick this up your pussy.” He told me.I was shocked; I didn’t think anything could fit in there. But Jason was so cute and I didn’t want to let him down so I took the hotdog. I laid down on the floor and pulled my blue jean shorts off and then slipped my pink lacy panties off exposing a semi-hairless cunt. I rubbed the hotdog against my pussy and shivered at the coldness of it. I opened my legs farther and tried to work the dog into my hole but it was too big. I drug the cold dog. Libby stared back at him, totally serious now. "No, Court darling. Never."In due course they went upstairs and Libby led them to the kitchen. Kristian was indeed home. He kissed Libby on the cheek, shook Court's hand and warmly welcomed Jean."I hope you're very proud of your daughter," he said to her quietly. "I believe she is going to go a very long way. Does she get her musicality from you or her father?"Jean chuckled. "Not from her father, that's for sure. Tone deaf. My family used to make.