He swatted her ass with the paddle brush once before saying “I bet you are.” “1. Thank you sir, may I have another.” She quipped. He smiled ...before saying “good counting. I have trained you well slave.” He again slid his throbbing cock inside her, this time choosing to rub and play with the left nipple. Pleasure was again building for him and she was starting to moan even louder than before. As he again neared climax he pulled out. He could hear a muffled “awe awe, please Master, I need. Mary and I went upstairs and scrubbed potatoes and put them in tin foil, then we broke up the broccoli and cauliflower, rinsed them and put them on plates. The pieces of carrot and celery got rinsed and went on plates, too, then everything was covered in Saran Wrap and stored in the refrigerator. We decided to hold off on the green salad until the last minute, but washed and cut all the stuff for the shish kebabs. By that time, the beef and prawns had soaked long enough and we put everything on. A second piece of information is that little girls imitate their mommys. and Nancy was no exception…. so if Kathy was not kissing me, caressing me, straddling me, Nancy was. Nancy was blonde, dirty blonde, unlike her moms black hair. but her body was the spitting image, only shorter. Really really skinny, long torso, thing, long legs, and no chest..she was a child after all, adn remember her mom was a cup. she was also in love with me,..her eyes gleamed, and blushing, and touching – she was. His scritching becomes guiding as he pulls my face toward his cock then, grabbing a handful of my hair, he holds me back so that my lips are just shy of their target. “Lick it, puppygirl.”I look up into his eyes and he smiles and nods encouragement when I reach out my tongue, but keeping me just far enough away that I can’t quite. "Go on, doggie. You can do it."My tongue stretching its full-length, trying so desperately to get a taste, partially from a fear of consequence but there is.