" She stood from the bed and walked to the love seat where we faced each other and knelt. "Is that how you girls would kiss if you were alone in your ...room?" She pointed to the bag on the floor. "With all your toys available and ready for use?" She turned to Tina's mom. "Carol, come here." Mrs. Sheffield walked to Mrs. Lackes and what appeared to be a practiced move placed her hands behind her back and stood with her legs shoulder width. Mrs. Lackes pivoted and placed a tongue on Mrs.. I must have jumped at least a metre. Words suddenly escaped me as I tried to apologise. While I was undergoing a sensual whirlwind, she said nonchalantly, though blushing a little bit, “I sometimes do get a little bit excited too.” What the hell was that supposed to mean? What was this woman playing at? I quickly scampered away before I left a difficult stain to clean in my underwear. This woman was crazy, I thought to myself. As I got out of her out of my sight, I opened up my paper. My hands. Later that week when I got around to looking inside there was a old wood cigar box under the old news papers and books inside with a old middle eastern style oil lamp. the thing was there was old journal with clipping from old newspapers in it from a 1800's talking about the lamp. It told of how it had been in the family for years but had passed hands quickly as each person had died in extremely painful ways after seemingly having the best fortune of there lives. They writer had noticed that. I cannot escape the vision of you finding me this night and taking me in as your own. I have never felt such lust and passion before. I want to feel it forever." With these remarks she struck him with the whip and delighted as he cried out, but his prick stayed hard. His new Mistress now floated up and settled down upon his still hard prick. Her cunt was lovely with ginger hair and it was moist from the need she had not filled for some time. She straddled him and his cock slid easily into her.