Instead she just blinked at him and then, shockingly, a small, tremulous smile spread across her face. ‘Turn around,’ she said. ‘What?’ ‘Tu...rn around.’ Frowning he did as she ordered, looking over his shoulder as she got to her knees. ‘What are you doing?’ Avery didn’t respond, instead she leaned forward out of his vision and he felt something tug at the cord around his wrist. She was using her mouth! ‘You know, this would have been a lot easier if you hadn’t pulled so much on these,’ she. When I returned to our seats, she had finished the call but said that she would need to get back as she had got caught up in our conversation and lost track of time, she went to the lavatory while I collected my things. When she returned I was all set to go and she picked up her belongings as I held the door open for her to leave. Outside we both expressed how nice it had been, Ellie asking if she could have my number so we could do coffees again sometime or maybe something stronger of an. Come now..." I smiled and began to rearrange them as they needed to be. The time had come to punish my mother."Open your mouth, Slave-Mommy," I told her and when she obeyed I pushed my damp panties once more between her lips. "Time for your punishment. Slave-Daddy, come here now, on your knees."It was a little like playing twister, which was amusing, but somewhat tedious as well. I loosened my mother's hands, having her lay on the floor, on her back with her head very near the sofa. My father. She cleared her throat, and in a voice slightly deeper than it was just moments before asked, ‘Why do you think you did that?’ Ava laughed at the Doctor’s restrained expression. Then smiled and ran her fingers over her bottom lip, feigning deep thought at her motivations. But she knew exactly why she had chosen to take Cynthia to bed, why she was still doing it. Because she could, and because she wanted to. She shifted in her chair and let her short plaid skirt ride up her slightly parted.