." My head was bowed and my eyes on myhands clutching each other at my knees. "Oh, be quiet, naughty slut!" she cut into my apology. "I'll take care...of you when we get home." She started the car but then looked again inmy direction. "Unzip your pants and pull them and your panties down toyour knees. You keep your eyes on that little sissy cock while we drivehome and think about how pathetic it is."As she drove out of the lot, she added, "And don't you even THINK ofplaying with yourself, you. One of the things they discussed was the way Islamic terrorists prefer to die barefoot. It has something to do with their interpretation of Islam. It doesn’t take much time to slip out of your shoes, but getting a pair of socks off in public without someone spotting you, figuring out what you’re up to and shooting you in the head is much more difficult. Terrorists used to arrive at their target area sockless and kick off their shoes just before blowing themselves up or blasting away with a. I was still too afraidto look, afraid that eye contact would somehow stop thiscourse of action. She pressed her buttocks against myhips and I pressed back. I remember vividly how exciting and scary it was,knowing her dad and all of our family was in the nextroom and nearby, but I couldn’t help myself. I pushed myhips against her, just to be sure we had the same thingsin mind. She pressed back. Now there was no doubt, shewas asking me to at least fool around. I began rubbingher small. Mistress gently rubbed my lips & inside mymouth she d**g the finger over my moist tongue. I sucked gently on herfinger at first, until I felt her balance sway a bit. When I knew Mistresswas swooning a bit, I sucked her finger hard & deep, she let out a longsigh & pulled her finger slowly from my mouth. "All right Wench, open yourmouth so I can fuck your pretty little face." And with that, Mistressmashed my face into her pouty pussy lips & I began to suckle her clitobsessively. I sucked her clit.