I don’t think so, honestly. Sex video When she hugged me, her hand resting on my ass, I finally concluded that Karen was flirting with me. I trembled like a drug addict going too long without a fix as I struggled to get my nightie over my head. I paused, pondering how to even start the bizarre events that led to me in this submissive predicament, this humiliating, yet utterly enthralling submission. I shrugged, desperately attempting to keep it casual, “Of course.”
I heard a bump on the table and Karen curse, “Ouch, shit, I stubbed my toe again.”
“Are you OK?” I asked, motherly instinct again taking over. I savoured her juice, using my lips and tongue to get every drop of juice from her finger. I got some on my skirt too.” She quickly slipped out of her skirt and was now in only beige thigh high stockings and what appeared to be a pink thong.
