I loved the feel of her slick skin against mine. I pressed hard against her, my pussy pushing against her hard muscled thigh. I slighly managed severa...l subtle humps against it, wondering if she noticed... I was very conscious of her two breasts pressing against my face as I bent forward wrestling with her, her firm, large breasts were almost even with my face. "Get your tits out of my face, you tart!" I said laughingly, not meaning it. This had the desired effect - for me! "Oh yeah?", said. I run my fingers through her thick blonde hair. As she sucks, her hands start unlacing my Reeboks. She takes them off, striping me naked. "Shirley, don't waste a cum shot," Mrs. Beasley tells her. Shirley lifts her head from my cock, takes it in her hand and pumps it until my hot jizz sprays her face. She tries to catch some in her mouth, some squirts on her tits. She milks every drop. She rubs it all over her tits, then licks it from her fingers, putting on one hell of a show for the. A naked middle-age woman with a noticeable refined air about her approached Dean Steadman with a gentleman following close behind her. She spoke briefly with Dean and appeared to be thanking him for something. Mo also acknowledged the woman’s presence and greeted her briefly. Later, Matt would receive word that Dean had ‘befriended’ a very well-connected political figure from within the power structure of Vermont politics during this evening’s festivities within The Slave Traders.The ride back. ........Its like you have cast a spell on me. I am helpless to follow your orders. Something about the demand when you spanked me and the way you sweetly but forcefully took charge of me. I wasn't afraid, I had an idea that there was a lot more to come. I got the tie you had requested and brought it to you. "Take off your skirt". I didn't expect this, wrong order of events. It was with some embarrassment that I unzipped my skirt, let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. I began to pick.