He was squeezing a fat lump in the front of his jeans.Debbie turned to face him with her hands on her hips."What makes you think you're getting a turn..." she snapped.Neil looked startled for a second. Then his face became black with anger."You better believe I'm getting a turn, bitch, and you better like it," he said, with a deep snarl."Forget about it, Neil. Go find your own pussy," Jim said.His voice was even and calm. They stared at each other for a long time, and Debbie was sure they were. Your hand slipped between her legs and with shaking fingers moved upward until you felt the heat from between her legs. Your finger probed and found her moist core."You're sooo wet," you say as you spread her thighs.Slipping a finger inside a moan escaped her lips."Are you going to lick my little pink pussy" she asked.You responded by kissing her inner thighs, trailing your tongue over her soft, warm skin. Her hand found your head and she ran her fingers through your hair. Lifting her legs over. But what about the tent you make in that bedspread?And she looked at my dick. Seriously my hard dick had made a tent in the bedspread. I was really ashamed. I felt what I was doing was wrong. Though she was laughing at the moment, I feared she would turn angry and scold or slap me. In fear, I started to cry.Me (Crying): I am sorry, Mom.Mom: Oh, my baby. I didn’t want to spoil your birthday by making you cry. I am so sorry, baccha. And why are you crying? Come to Mamma, my dear baccha. (and she. "One more thing, whenever you have completed your tasks, you will cometo this kitchen and stand in that square there, waiting for moreinstructions. There is no need to ask or say anything, once you standthere, you are on duty until you are told to go to your room." Yes, Mrs Wedlock." Bob. There, in a corner of the kitchen devoid ofequipment, was an area of about one foot by nine inches marked by blackgaffer tape stuck to the floor. The staff were really entering intothe spirit of our game.I.