Aren't you?"She didn't let me finish what was obvious. "No, perhaps later," she informed me. "I have trouble enough getting myself off as it is," she ...informed me. "And I doubt seriously that I could, with you watching," she finished. Disappointed that I wasn't going to see her get herself off, I still had to admit it was an unexpected, and unbelievable afternoon we'd just spent together, though I likewise didn't feel it was one that was very likely to ever be repeated either. And as expected,. ...No it really can’t be...Gwen then told me she would introduce me to the lady who had administered the hardest strokes. And as I saw her step into my view...yep it was my Mother. I didn’t know what to say. She told me I was punished for taking her things and making a mess in them. I must have looked totally confused...How did she know I was here and how did she know about any of this? I was released from my shackles after some soothing cream was rubbed onto my bottom. When I stood I was a. With almost the reaction speed of a teenager, his penis expanded in her hands. Just as the feelings started to overtake him, both women let go of his genitals. Leaving him with his cock rigid, all five women set about washing him thoroughly. When they were done, Phyllis led him to the whirlpool room.Instead of getting into the tub, Phyllis laid a mat on the floor, put some towels over it, and got him to lie face down on it. He was far too overwhelmed and disoriented to resist. All of the women. His fingers ran down in between the space of my breasts, tracing the curves of them and then caressed them as he moved down to take my nipples into his mouth. I felt my nipples stand at attention as they entered his moist wet mouth; his teeth tugged on them, and he teased them with the gentle flicks of his tongue. Every new movement and tantalizing touch was even more exciting because I was unable to see his next move. Feeling his tongue tracing down from my breasts, down to my stomach, and.