As I got his beer he complimented me in my dress style saying that I really looked like a burlesque queen.He then asked whether I’d enjoyed the burl...esque show.As I answered he was taking a camera out of his bag. He then asked if I had fantasised and had imagined myself on the stage, being watched by a lot of guys.I blushed, he didn’t need anymore of an answer, the thought of revealing myself to a group of 40 men excited me.He then told me to take a seat in the sofa as he started clicking away. I felt like it was sucking me into it like some kind of vacuum. I held her hips and drove it in and began to pound moms ass good. Once again I reminded not to cum with out being told to do so. I locked down and there was a little ball of shit on the tip of my cock when she motioned to me to fuck Betty's youthful mouth. I held Betty's head in Both hands and pushed the shit ball past her lips. Betty gagged so hard she puked on my cock I tried to wipe it off because it smelled bad but Mistress. '" She giggled.Susan giggled too. "Oh, Angel. That's a fun fantasy, but you know I don't talk like that. I'm not the bossy type." She purposely didn't deny that she would want her son's sperm in her pussy, or to have Katherine suck it out of her pussy.Katherine found that interesting, but she let it pass. She replied, "I'll tell you what. Why don't you order me around and I'll order you around? Neither of us can say no if it's about something sexual." You've got yourself a deal. Looks like I'm. ”“That’s an awful lot of confidence. This time you aren’t going to be helped along by my Quirk making me extra horny, y’know.”“I’ll manage,” he said, caressing her thumb with his pinky.I can’t imagine he’s going to live up to his reputation. Oh no, am I really getting wet? From just this? What the fuck, Alaina, are you some dumb little girl with a crush? He’s just rubbing your hand a tiny bit!“Where are we heading, anyway? I can get us a hotel room, or—”“My house,” said Alaina. She bit her lip..