. You need to shut up. What if your father wakes up and hears you?” She asked in a quiet but stern voice.“Well ... that wouldn’t be very good.�...� I said sarcastically.She stared at me for a few seconds.“Bobby?” {I was “Bobby” again}She looked pretty tense. “We can talk about this tomorrow morning after your Father leaves to play golf.”She had a hopeful look in her eyes. But she hadn’t let me off the hook that easily this afternoon.“We can do that.” I told her.She looked a little relieved. But. " Electra continued with athroaty chuckle, "No Mistress should leave home without them! I evenadded a few extra toys for that little pissant bookkeeper Alex!Millicent, who is over chatting with Greta Gustov on the far side of theroom, has them. "Daphne, I suggest you find her before you proceed forward with the goodLord and Lady. Oh, ladies, we four 'ARE' going to have fun thisevening!" Not your old June Cleaver mom," I giggled to myself. "Beaver my havefound a far different meaning to his name. It sprang up in front of her stomach then she grasped it with one hand, stroking my cock so slowly it made me growl in frustration.She giggled slightly and stroked it some more.“That’s it,” I said.Then I got her up, took her panties off and threw them to the side. As she slid over my face I took in the scent of her wet pussy then teasingly worked my tongue and lips around every inch of her pussy. I really got very close to her clit.“God your such a tease,” she moaned. With that I started. Slowly he brought his hands down her side until they cupped her ass. He ran one hand slowly up her body over her boobs, neck to her face. He slipped his fingers in her mouth and she started to suck on them. As they danced he bent her in such a way that her cunt was rubbing on his crotch. She placed her hand on his crotch and began to stroke his hard cock through his pants. Her short dress was already riding up from the way they were dancing and her tiny thong covered almost nothing. Anybody.