She was enjoying it. She was enjoying her master’s tongue. But that only lasted for several minutes before it became more than confusion and pure fe...ar. “How does it feel, slut?” Tyrone asked. Emma let out a soft moan before she realized the licking didn’t stop when she heard his voice. Her heartbeat increased intensely as another panic attack took hold. It wasn’t her master licking her, it was someone else. She squirmed violently, trying to get the licking to stop, but she ended up stopping. I was my wife's lover, wasn't I? And the house was empty, wasn't it? A game... it had to be."Yes, Mistress," I replied.She got up from the bed, leaving the room and me still wanting. I heard the muffled sound of talking. There couldn't be anyone else. I was sure the house was empty. But if it was empty, then who was she talking to? I wished I wasn't blindfolded.The room suddenly became very cold and the game didn't feel so much like a game anymore. My helplessness and the situation I was in. Her first foray into public nudity had been just so wonderful. Her body had never before felt so alive and free and she didn’t want that feeling to end. The very unique art lesson she had just experienced had also put Jennifer in very high spirits. Going back to normal life and wearing clothes for another week before the next session just seemed like such a drag.As Jennifer got closer to her car an idea began to formulate in her mind. She could delay the putting on of her clothes just a bit. Martha said, "Now, careful, he has that sore spot." Mm," Ronnie said, and she slid her mouth down about three quarters of my length.I moaned, my mouth against her cunt. "Nnnh. Oh. Ah!" It was the first time she had put her mouth around me in several minutes. Martha had instructed her in what we'd been doing before Ronnie's arrival.Martha told her, "Now just hold him, Ronnie. Hold him right there."I took a couple of long breaths and then licked Ronnie's fuzzlined, delicate slit upward, slowly..