The taste of her juices got stronger. She lifted her pussy up, and pulled my head down. There was nothing I wanted more than to make her come.I felt... her fingers tighten in my hair after a minute or so, and she cried out, “My clit! Suck my clit!”I got a hold of her clit on the first try, and sucked it hard. She screamed loud and long.“Come for him, Sis. Come all over your son’s face,” I heard Cookie say.Mom shouted, “Harder. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Gonna make me come. Gonna make me... . I’ve spent so much time trying to get something more out of my nipples that I haven’t imagined Tim watching me at all. I hope I can go through with this tomorrow.Thursday, January 29th, 1987-5:30 pm-I didn’t want to, but I did it. Tim was very understanding of how nervous I felt. I’m starting to believe he is sincere in trying to help me without having some kind of ulterior motive.We ate breakfast together as usual, but I wasn’t very hungry. He told me to relax and think about how ugly the. These were tied tightly with what seemed like an extra pull to really spread my legs. The he went out and I heard him knock on the living room door and say "The slave is ready Madam" They both came in and he told her that he had not been addressed correctly, just as Josephine. I was told to apologise. I did so and then he was given permission to give me ten strokes with the strap. She decided that she would apply one hundred strokes with the strap. I had to count out aloud each stroke. after. ”Jim crouched over her as she faced the screen and rubbed his rock-hard dick vigorously. Then with a moan he ejaculated, shooting rope after rope of thick creamy spunk across Carrie’s breasts. As the streams of semen ran down her body, Carrie rubbed at her clit until she too orgasmed with a loud squeal of pleasure.The sight of Jim’s ejaculation had been all it took to propel me towards my climax, and with my vibe buried up inside me and my fingers on my clit, I added my orgasm to the cum-fest,.