I watched as cum flooded from her cunt to coat her thighs."Oh, Fuck!" Margaret was sitting, one foot on the bed edge, frantically rubbing her pussy.I ...lipped my fingers, still dripping with young Linda's cream to her mouth and fed them to her.Her hand clamped between her thighs; Margaret sat rocking in silent orgasm as she sucked my fingers clean.Withdrawing my fingers from Margaret's mouth, I slipped them between my sticky swollen folds.I was now the only person not to have cum, and my cunt. The men were fully hard now and stroking themselves to maintain their erections. The first walked up the steps to her, knelt and began to slowly eat her pussy. He engulfed her entire pussy with his mouth while fingering her love hole. He sucked her clit deliciously and slipped his tongue in and out of her. Her body felt as if it were on fire. She couldn't bear this; she had to cum but he was only taking her to the edge and then stopping. Just as she was about to cum, he. Without a word, she grabbed my arm and marched me into her immaculately furnished living room and bent me over the leather upholstered ottoman, yanked my skirt up over my ass, and pulled my pink cotton panties down around my thighs before spanking me with the flat of her hand.“As long as you are in my house, young lady, you will follow my rules,” she told me as I cried out in protest. Afterwards she gave me my first ever non-self-induced orgasm, spreading my thighs wide while I was still. Normally I'd have answered it quickly as to not wake Mother. Today wasSaturday and she likes to sleep in. "I've got it," she yelled to me outher bedroom window.I was hanging intimates, between the sheets as to not display them forthe entire world to see. Mother and I wear quite a bit and it takes abouttwo rows across the clothes line just for panties, bras, slips, and camisthat we'd worn for the week. Mother insists I change hourly as trained inMiss Johnson's School for Girls. The sheets I'd.