His hands explore my moist pussy and tickle my clit as the pleasure washes over me---I groan. He fingers me, massaging my G-spot and rubs my pussy lip...s together and repeatedly flicking my clit. Because of the sensory deprivation, the pleasure is magnified. The spark of an orgasm is growing and growing and almost instinctively---He stops.Minutes seem to pass and I hunger for His touch again but only hear the rushing white noise and cannot see what He is doing. Finally, His hand rubs my ass and I. "I've been sticking in here" she said, as she parted the fly in her pyjamas. I instantly got the musty smell of her humid vagina, and noticed the neatly trimmed black hairs of her smoo, framed in the pyjama opening she was now offering to me. Her hand was now fiddling with the zip of my jeans. "Want to have a go?" Her left arm reached under her bed and pulled out a biscuit tin full of condoms and lube. I pulled off my trousers.She wanted me to fuck her with her pyjamas on. i pulled open her. . what are we going to do about it?" I can beat up David and Mike," Bobby said, his voice squeaking. "I'll beat their asses good!" No. You won't," Joyce told him. "You're smaller than they are. Besides, what I have in mind would be much better." Tell us how we're gonna get back at them, Mom," Bobby said. "If I can't beat them up, how are we gonna get back at them?"Joyce took a deep breath. Watching her children closely, she outlined her plan. As she talked, she saw their enthusiasm. Shari. "Yes, Mistress." "Good girl," she answered with a smirk, running the whip through her hand. "Now, I've prepared some special breakfast.." With those words, she moved over to the bed, pushed me back down again and moved her pussy on top of my face.I obediently started eating it out. I licked along her pussy lips, then pressed my tongue against her clit. I started circling it with the tip of my tongue, my hands sneaking up to aid me in pleasing my new Mistress. My Mistress was already breathing.