“It… it tickles…” she panted.With a force that surprised even him, Cam used his free hand to grab Emily by the back of the neck and pushed her... open mouth down onto his cock. He was possessed by lust - he didn’t care who could come walking through that door - he was taking this girl right here, right now.She gagged on his dick. He pulled her back up. She spat out saliva, her face and eyes now red. He just looked at her. She nodded feverishly, not bothering to look back at him - she knew what he. “Men don’t need this sort of fantasy now. They can have the real thing...”Wan Yu went on. “Let us consider the question of look. We must think of two things. How slave see you and how you look at him. I do not talk only of clothes; they are tools of trade. Like whip or rope. We use them as we wish. I do not say you must look this way to train man, only think. How will way I look affect him. For example – this...” Wan Yu pointed to Collette’s picture of a corseted dominatrix. “Is she indulging. I kissed her back. "Why don't we get these panties off," she smirked as she rubbed me through my panties under my skirt. I slid my red panties down and moved the straps of my blue tank top down so my young breasts were freed. She pushed me against the wall and kissed me passionately. I kissed her back again and I moaned when I felt her hand rub my pussy. She rubbed it faster and faster until I came so hard I almost fell over. "Shhhhh, it is okay, good girl," Emily said as she kissed me. I. "You know how dangerous it would be to stay here longer. Don't worry, honey. We'll find a safe way to fuck another time soon, Very soon."Richie pulled his big prick out of his mother, smiling at the sight of her furry, sopping-wet cunt slit. Then he quietly left her bedroom, shutting the door softly behind him. Lana felt relieved when she heard his footsteps on the stairs as he returned to his room.Good God, he was a horny young man. And she was a horny, son-fucking bitch, too. Lana folded her.