She turned around to see Charles standing at her elbow."Oh, it's spectacular!" she responded enthusiastically."Would you like to dance?" Oh, I don't k...now how," she said regretfully. She would have loved to try the prim and proper dancing that they were doing: A choreographed picture of perfection."How do you know?" Charles asked. Good point, she thought, but before anything else could be said, Finley walked up to them."Look who I ran into," he said presenting a young man, about Cynara's age. It. .. i have a sensual smile on my face as i keep stroking my pussy and my other hand slides up to pinch my nipple and play with my tits... the pleasure is starting to build when the hair on the back of my neck stands up.... i turn around and gasp as i see you just standing there... arms crossed with that look on your face...i know i am in deep trouble.... the rule is no cumming without your permission... and while i could have said i was just washing my pussy...the lie would have been evident in. “Ask for it, Nina….”She had been right. Her hand closed on the shaft of his cock and as his pants dropped, she put her other hand under his testicles. Why did he need her to say anything?Was it not obvious that she wanted this to happen?“Fffffuck me, sir” she finally said with a voice she could hardly recongize as her own. She made sure that his cock was horizontal.“Again, slut...”“Fuck me, sir”The tip of his penis was between her thighs now. His finger slipped out. She leaned forward; if he. Melissa is shocked at how her own son is blackmailing her with their dark secret, and she left the dining room to her room. Hours later, after many thoughts and Tom being asleep, she goes into Chris’s room. Out of fear to Chris’s blackmail, Melissa agrees that she will fuck him in his room every night after Chris’s father is asleep for the next few weeks during his stay, but she made Chris promise that whatever happen in his room stays in his room. Chris agrees, but insisted that Melissa sleeps.