I moan out loud and my knees start to go weak so you turn me around to face you.My hand unzips your trousers and I reach inside. I wrap my hand around... your hardness and give you one of my cheeky smiles just before I kiss you.I look down and spend what seem like ages just staring at your erection as it is the most beautiful cock I had ever seen.It is perfect…..Saliva floods my mouth and I lick my lips eagerly. I can’t wait to feel it in my mouth but I want to savor every moment of the. “Oh please no more Miss Marsh, my bottoms going to explode!” I cried as I tried to accommodate the huge phallus in my boy cunt. “Let this be a lesson to you!” she said throatily as she turned up the vibrations until my legs were shaking uncontrollably. Just as I thought I would faint, Miss Marsh let go of the controls and, grabbing my ball weight in one hand, started slapping my balls with the other, gently at first but then harder and harder, spanking my little balls with an upward motion. When Jane arrived with her partner, Ian offered them wine and outlined Rita's motives and how she would like her daughter and Helen to behave for the evening. A large grin appeared on Helen's face."Wow, what a chance to settle some scores." Helen smirked."I think I am going to enjoy this." responded Jane."That is exactly what you mother wants. She desires to be humiliated at your hands. Of course Paul and Julie are to help with the treatment as well." replied Ian."That should be them now.". “Why? Do you like strippers?” “Not usually,” I replied. “Uh huh,” she replied, matter of fact like, as though she doubted what I had said. “I bet you like to hang out at Madam Moselle’s in the Quarter.” I was caught. Yes, I like strippers. I had to admit it. She laughed. “What do you know about Madam Moselle’s?” I asked. “I used to be a waitress,” she replied. I knew she was lying. Madam Moselle had hostesses, but not waitresses. If a girl worked at Madam Moselle, she definitely was not a.