At lunch we often talked about my figure, some new hairstyles, and thatwe need to pick up a couple of bathing suits for my weekend with Tony.As I was ...eating my small salad, she looked at me, with what I can onlydescribe as a motherly look and finally asked me about Tony. I couldtell she had been wanting to bring it up and this was her opportunity."Honey, do you like being with Tony? How does he make you feel?"I almost choked and quickly looked up. "Mother! I don't want to talkabout that." Oh. Her legs would not let me more back and her hands would not let me move up. She was an exceptionally wet woman and soon I could feel her pussy juices flow and cover my entire face, like I was drowning in her pussy juice. The more I licked the juice, the more juice followed. Soon whe was pushing my face in her pussy harder and I could feel her ass tighten and her legs crushing my ribs. “Yes, right there, yes, ah” was all I could hear in that room along with the slurps of my mouth on her pussy.. But the armchairs is much further.Veronica remembers well how he had licked her to orgasm, as a warm way to invite her to her entrance exam.Veronica remembers everything clearly. Tied-up she has time for reflection, despite being still so terribly horny!Veronica wishes she would be brutally fucked again. But this time with one hand unleashed, to play her pussy!Veronica's wish is mind-read by Peter Dom, who has girls untie her. And mount her again at Petra's strap-on.Veronica feels his big hands. I would have punished her as an adult. You were spying like a child would spy on his elders. You will be punished as a child." Dominique rose from her place on the sofa and retrieved a wooden paddle from the wall of implements. Finished with black lacquer, it was large enough to cover Michael's bottom and had several holes drilled into it."Come and stand before me," she demanded as she slid a straight-backed chair into the center of the room and sat down. Michael's stomach tied itself in knots.