“Oh God, thank you Mistress Chantelle, for letting your man fuck me. He shook my hand again, confused. She wore a form fitting short sleeved stand collar body skirt. “Please!” I squeaked. I collapsed forward dropping to my elbows, knowing this would be edited out. Smith, that’s perfect.” I picked it up and held the glass out. “Lizzie, I will decide when you get to come, is that understood?” Asked Chantelle calmly. Just then, Michael showed up and looked at our glasses. Taisha and I had a crazy thought for adding some fun to my relationship but if you’re not interested, I understand. It was Principal Turner. In an effort not to stare at his cock, my eyes noticed the outline of her belly button through the tight fabric, and then the subtle little valley that ran up the center of her abdomen to her chest. The dress highlighted it perfectly. I watched as she spread her legs causing her skirt to slide up. “That’s what I called about. Not wanting to break away. While we discussed Ideas for the video. My legs drifted slowly open, and her caress seemed to shoot straight to my clit. The idea must be introduced so he thinks he thought of it. But I knew the consequences of being dishonest would be worse.
