”She whirled on him, “Are you kidding me?! We were stuck in here for an hour arguing; it was torture!”“Oh, I quite enjoyed our verbal…..spar...ring.” he pushed himself off the handrail, closing the distance between them with a step.“Really?” she countered, sarcastically. “because I distinctly recall you using the words ‘incessant’, ‘volatile’, and incompetent’ during our last incarceration here.” She spun around to face the elevator doors, punching the buttons for good measure.“I don’t think you. Before we took off, Mom set down a few guidelines. Neither she nor my sister could sit on their skirts. Their bare asses were to touch the seat of the car and in the restaurant. Their knees were not to touch either. Then Mom said that if they needed to bend over and pick something up that they were to keep their knees locked and only bend from the waist. Those three simple rules should give some very lucky men a very nice view of their pussies and asses. I was quite shocked that Mom would even. Mitch snaked his tongue as deep as he could and wriggled it around and rubbed her clit with his upper lip. His tongue fucked her hole and felt her juices coat his tongue and he swallowed every drop as they trickled into his mouth. Mitch sucked on her lips till he could feel her pussy contracting around his tongue in earnest. Slowly Mitch used his finger to stroke her lower lips, gradually pushing one finger into her. She squirmed as she felt his finger enter her and spasmed slightly as she felt. ' I did so, trapping my hardon between her chunky thighs. She must have spanked me for a good 10 minutes, starting off gently and slowly but then progressing to harder and harder slaps turning my bum into a hot burning mass of redness.'Now for the buttplug.' she said and reached for the lube. She prepared me with her finger and then inserted the plug intentionly quickly. I gasped, the invasion was thrilling.'Now for the cane.' she said. 'Bend over, put your hands on your legs and don't move..