A sharp pull of a fistful of my hair brings me back to you. I quickly readjust my position, scraping kneels and feet in the process.Holding tight onto... my hair, you tell me that I will always be available to you for inspection. Nodding my understanding, I feel your fingers work again at my cheeks. "This will never do." Standing, you take hold of the leash and pull me to the ladder.Gingerly, I walked on hands and knees to the ladder. With your assistance, I am maneuvered into the inverted "V", my. " She was interrupted by Joey pulling back again, then gently kissing her mouth. "Hey!"Julia still wasn't protesting. In fact, this time she chuckled at her son's gesture."What, Mom?" Joey said with a smile. "Can't I kiss my mom?"Julia paused to consider his question before speaking."Uh ... well of course you can! But that wasn't a kiss you should be giving your mother, Mister! Especially while you're hand is on Mommy's ass, and your other hand is ... why is your hand on my boob, anyway?". When finished we got dressed, told John see you Saturday night around 7 and left and went home. Saturday came quick and Ronnie spent the afternoon getting ready, hair,nails, pussy trim, useing Nair on her legs and putting on makeup, she had laid out 5" spike heels, sheer blk seamed thigh highs, sheer blk shelf bra and a blk wrap around, low cut mini dress. On the way to John's she wouldn't let me touch her legs, worried I would put a run in them but did play with my dick, pulling up to John's. Now on his knees and hovering above you, he lifted your dress over your ass and took a handful of your panties, ripping them apart with a sharp tug, revealing your wet pussy to the open air. Both your panties—now ripped and unwearable—sitting in the middle of an alley exposed and humiliated. You arched your back, lowering your head to the concrete while raising your ass closer to him. He ran his hard cock along the length of your pussy, spreading your lips in a circular motion with the head.