Your hips rock back and forth, pushing deeper down my throat, your strong hands on my head and shoulder. After several minutes, you pull me up by the... hair, forcing me to stand. You tell me to take off my hose. I sit on the desk in front of you, your back is to the window. You are delighted to see that when I lift my skirt, I’m only wearing stockings held up by a lacy garter belt, no panties of any kind. You decide that it might be fun to tease me a little, and sit down on my chair. Facing me,. I moan YES as your body goes down once more and I get a little wetter waiting now as you kiss across my roasting hot flesh and lick all the way around my hips and round my thighs to suck on my clit. Naked sat atop the kitchen table with my legs flung over your shoulders I take your head in my hands, grab at your locks of hair and tussle with it as you part my lips with your tongue and lick around and into my wet silk and juicy pussy. Caressing my hips and rubbing my firm and beautiful legs you. Ellen had nearly spontaneously combusted when Jake told her that he was going to call Boris and have him come over so that he would find her naked and vulnerable.When it was done, he had smiled smugly. Yes, those innovations were definitely a success.Jake had still been dressing when the visitor had pounded on the lake house door at 6:45 the next morning. He had hit the caller with 60 seconds of testicle pain. The next knock sounded at seven on the dot. Jake had answered the door and stepped. “Look, man!” he grinned, “She’s got ‘fuck me’ shoes!” “Put ’em on, NOW!” said Bill, kicking them over to her. “Put on your ‘slut shoes’ and prance for us! Show us what yah got!” Mom stepped into the shoes and she did indeed look instantly slutty, standing there naked in red high heels before a roomful of guys. “Prance, you CUNT!” shouted Bill. “Shake your goodies for us you SLUT!” Mom.