When he finally got those off and grinned at me. “Only one thing left. May I?” and I knew what he was asking for. He had expressed to me on an ear...ier occasion that he wanted to take my underwear off with his teeth. I nodded in affirmation. He grinned and went after my underwear, being careful not to bite me. It was making me wet watching him, naked, with my underwear in his mouth, trying to get them over my hips. When he finally got them off he dove after my pussy like it was treasure and. I gasp and feel my pussy drip yet again. My bed is already soaked! He keeps pressing my pressure points and I know I am cumming like crazy from them. Some hurt, others don't. He keeps hitting the pressure points in my hands and I try hard to keep from crying. I am able to keep them from falling, but they cloud my eyes. It hurts so wonderfully. He pulls his cock out again, presses the pressure point on my neck and guides me to his cock. I eagerly take him into my mouth. God, I love the taste of. All he saw was the glare of light in the lenses of her glasses, hiding them. He caught a glimpse of her lips, a hint of her cheek, the tender slope of her neck.She looked cute. She might be cute. He took a chance.“No popcorn?” he asked.She turned to look at him. “I’m sorry? I didn’t hear you.”The word cute was wholly inadequate. Almond eyes shone back at his own, deep seawater green eyes unmuted by her large black glasses. Their exact color did not remain constant but continually shifted, as if. It was an entirely plausible lie for the 1980s, and the couple looked at me like I was a total slut/bitch who deserved everything I got. Ann spanked my wet butt all the way to her Volkswagen bug and threw me in the backseat.“You aren’t getting your snail trails all over my front seat, Sugar,” she said sourly. She reminded me to buckle up politely (She was after all a School Nurse at heart) and then drove out of the parking lot.“Where are we going, Mom?” I asked.“You can call me Mistress or.