And I was grinning too, grinning and moving forward, pressing her back onto the floor, then reaching back and pulling the cushions from the couch to p...lace under her, “Mmmm, quite the little plotter and planner aren’t you” I said. She grinned up at me, “Do you mind, daddy, do you really mind?”“Oh yes” I said, looking at her with mock sternness, “And I’m about to show you how much I mind such behavior, such sneaky behavior” and I leaned down and began to lick my sticky cum from her breasts. With. We all trotted over to the shower rooms and the boys did rock, paper, scissors to see who would be the unlucky bastard to have the job of bathing whitey. Reggie lost. "And burn those fucking clothes," I yelled, "cuz I don't want him riding back in my car smelling like a barnyard animal." We'd actually been through this routine before. It was really a ritual in humiliation more than anything else but it was working. Oh, trust me he stunk, but the thrill was in the imagery of him being bathed. Just like your mother.” She pumps harder when she hears those words. “Your mother likes me to do this to her. Sometimes she does it for me.” I see Jenny's head turn and eyes open. Her body pauses as she imagines what that might be.Suddenly she reaches back again and holding my waist she begins fucking wildly against my cock. Her rhythm is wacky and fitful. I let her try hard for a few minutes then I grab her shoulders and roll us both over onto my back. She immediately pops up and begins. "Her eyes went wide when he finally smiled. She let out a squeal and, amid shushes from other patrons, she catapulted herself at him. She surprised him and he barely caught her, one arm wrapping harmlessly around her waist and the other positioned so his hand cupped her tight little ass. Before he could react, she grabbed him behind his ears and planted a fat kiss on his lips.It took a second for his brain to catch up, but when it did, he quickly released her and clamped on her wrists to pull.