Groves.I continued while moaning and calling “Mr.Groves..” non stop.“Oh I want your dick so badly Mr.Grove...I want it down deep inside me ravag...ing me...” I moaned and said making sure it travels to the peeping tom at the door.Being unable to bare it anymore, Mr.Grove opened the door and looked right at me, looking at me like I’m a prey to satisfy his hunger.I beckoned Mr.Grove to come over after standing up and pushed him onto the bed. I stood infront of him, slowly removing my frilly shirt. So to my story, one morning I come down for breakfast having just jerked off in the shower and then dressed for college. Mom is in her skirt-suit and looking sexy as usual and sipping on her freshly squeezed orange juice and reading a newspaper. Suddenly she makes a squealing noise and points to an advert she wants to have a look at. The advert is for actors to audition for a play that was being directed by someone my mom had followed for years. Jac the director had made his name in armature. ?This will not do -!??Wha – What?? you stammer, alarm racing across your face.?You must insert them so that we can see everything!? Bayn’s face is tight, a slight curl on her lips. I realize that she is enjoying this, playing the controller and demanding obedience from you. She reaches out and takes the balls from your hand. Then, with a swift movement, she forces you to bend your knees more, exposing your entire slit to our eyes. It is soaking wet and puffy. She places her hand over yours. I flipped the catch on the door, then I walked over to the first window and reached up to reach the bottom of the pull down blinds. As I stretched up I could feel my skirt ride up, the slit in the back of my pencil skirt exposing a little bit of the lace on my thigh high stockings. I could smell the coffee and hear the steamer of the milk. I still had three more blinds to go. As I turned around I could see the sexy barista staring at me. For thirty two, I still looked pretty good, my hair was.