I want her to teach me how women make love. I watch her play with herself, twirling a ribbon of my hair between my fingers.Soon, I am leaking again, a...nd she sees this. ‘Come to mummy, princess,’ she says, ‘time for your pleasure, because you have been such a good girl.’ I smile, I am happy to please this woman, and I can see my frolicking has made her huge nipples very hard. She beckons me to sit on her knee and pushes a hand up my dress, stroking my balls very gently. It feels wonderful, her. I felt wonderful, almost as if I had just taken a nice hot bath. Then he sat, cross-legged, right in front of me, with my feet literally in his lap. The towel was on his lap, and this was getting a bit weird.He picked up the bottle and poured something on his hands. He then proceeded to massage both my feet. I couldn't believe what this old salesman was doing. I also couldn't believe how good it felt. I had never had a foot massage, or any kind of massage, but as his hands skillfully worked. ...............," Jools repeated over and over a number of times - I think she was almost oblivious to her vocalisations - her mind firmly focused on her ravaged tits. I had to remind her to be quiet. It was time to expose Jool's neglected cunt. Rather than removing her knickers, I simply got out a pair of scissors and snipped them at the sides, and then threw the ruined fabric on the floor. Her cunt had not surprisingly been drooling. It was already a wet mess. "My, my you have a very wet cunt. “Well, the first one is, no touching the girls! That’s for their safety.”“Not even during the lap dances?”“Especially not during the lap dances!” answered Bobby with a smile.“Any other rules?”“Yeah, no boyfriends.” At the curious and confused look that Dave gave, Diangelo continued. “Now, don’t get me wrong. I ain’t saying Nancy would do this, but I’ve known a few girls who would. It’s just that some girls would have fifteen-minute boyfriends every break, out back in their cars, if you get my.