The back of Dave's recliner was near the kitchen entrance, kitty-corner to the main thoroughfare between the dining room and the living room.Joan lean...ed back and looked into the kitchen."Oh, Dave," she beckoned, with a come-hither gesture and a girlish little wiggle."Yes, Joan," Dave replied, then came out of the kitchen, stood behind his recliner, and bent over close to see what she wanted. They locked eyes for a moment. Then Joan stretched up, cupped her hand to his ear, and whispered. I was so into what I was doing I didn’t even hear Rachel and Brian but was sure they were having fun too. That’s when I felt Leyla’s hand on the back of my head pushing me into her.“Oh yes, right there. Make my pussy happy, make me cum on your tongue,” Leyla moaned heavily, “I’m going to cum, yes, yes here it is, fuck I’m cumming on your tongue!”I could feel the tensing of Leyla’s body, the pulsating of her pussy, the swollen knob of her clit and the rush of her orgasm pouring down my tongue. " Yes," I interrupted. "But remember, we had been drinking and..." Not as punishment, Sebastian. I wanted to see more! Looking at the three of you on my wife's bed..." he sighed. "As it was, your departure saved me from myself," said the Dean, sadly. There was a pause as the pensive clergyman gathered his thoughts."Do you know, Smee attempted to blackmail me?" he added.I shook my head, appalled. I had suggested Smee get a tape of the then chaplain when he abused himself, while he watched tapes. Edie reached up and placed a strong finger gently between my red lips."I'm going to remove the panties that I know are in your mouth," shesaid, "and when I do, you shall have a chance to speak. Just have acare to choose your words carefully."Slowly she pulled the silky things from my mouth, holding them in atight ball."Thank you, Mistress," I said, eyes downcast submissively, very awareof my feminine nudity."An excellent response," she smiled. "Who are you, now?" I am -- whoever you want me to.