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She asked doubtfully.
“Yes, look around, we are fresh meat, especially you are young, tasty,” I said, putting my hand on her knee and squeezing it a little, “I must look like a powerful lady, and you are my humble slave.”
“I don’t think it is necessary,” Christine protested weakly.

– Are you sure? Look around, ”I replied, seeing several women throwing quick and sometimes long glances in our direction.
Christine looked around and gasped.
Looking where she looks, I saw red heels peeking out from under the tablecloth, apparently there was a girl under the table.
“It’s definitely hot,” I said, getting excited by what I saw, but still trying to manipulate Christina.
– Indeed? She said, without taking her eyes off what was happening close to us.
The waitress brought our drinks, I asked two more, so that the alcohol gave me a little confidence and liberated Christina.
“For our new relationship,” I said the toast, implying much more than she could have imagined.
Reluctantly, Christine tore off her eyes, grabbed a glass and agreed: – For our new relationship.
After the ringing of the glass, we both immediately drank more than half.
“Be careful, my dear, you can get drunk and one of these predators will take advantage of this,” I joked.
“Maybe I want to be used by me,” she said, surprising me a lot.
This time her hand moved onto my leg and squeezed it.
For the first time, unable to control myself, I mumbled: “T-you want to be seduced by some kind of panther?” “You’re a panther too,” she noted, a hand moving up my leg, and her gaze teased me.
I was speechless, but Christina continued, putting my hand under my dress: “You don’t think you caught me?” – What are you talking about? – I asked.
Her fingers were already inches from my wet pussy.
“You tried to seduce me,” Christine replied.
“Nnn, that’s not true,” I lied, trying to regain control.

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I should have started it, and not vice versa.
“Nice try, Mommy,” she said, sweeping her fingers very gently over her pussy lips, “as I said, psychology is my element, I can see people through and through.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I muttered weakly.
“I think you know,” she smiled, leaning closer to me.
Finger slightly opening my sexual lips and asked – why are you wet, mommy? “Please don’t,” I whimpered, although my legs were reflexively apart.
– What is not necessary? – she smiled, obviously enjoying my confusion, while her finger wandered between my lips, but not going inside.
“Ahhhhh,” I moaned, wanting her to insert her finger inside.
– Aaaah, did mom get excited because of her daughter? – whispered Christina, her finger ruthlessly teasing me.
“Nooo, yeah,” I replied, overwhelmed by this turn of events.
“So what’s the answer, mommy?” – Christine purred, her hot breath on my ear along with a finger that was very close to enter me, just turned my head.
I’m speechless.
I changed from a hunter to prey and progressed in my natural, submissive state; I no longer kept everything under control; I no longer wanted to keep anything under control.
“If I’m not mistaken, your plan was to swallow my head with flattery, dress like a sexy whore, give me a drink, and seduce me in lesbian.”
club, right? She asked, slowly pushing her finger into me.
“Oh God,” I gasped.
“Oh, believe me, you will fulfill a lot of whims,” said Christina with a smile, and I insert my finger deeper and deeper into me.
“Oooooh, not here,” I protested weakly, although I knew that now she was completely in her power.
“No one asks you any more, mother,” the daughter said defiantly.
“Christina, please,” I tried to rationalize.
– Please what? Can you please lick your daughter’s pussy at the lesbian club, mommy? – arrogantly smiling she asked.
The idea made me wander from anticipation, but I did not answer, a voluptuous woman about my age wearing a golden dress came up to the table.
My eyes from the thought of getting caught with my daughter’s fingers, you know where.
Reaching us, a very beautiful woman asked me:

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– Do not want to dance? “II don’t know,” I mumbled and looked for help at Christina.
I was obviously nervous and felt uncomfortable with such an offer.
– Do you want to dance with her, whore? – asked daughter.
Taking all the control over the situation, although recently I was in charge and decided everything.
“I-I-am,” I murmured, wondering how she called me and not being able to complete the formed sentence.
A puzzled woman said in an apologetic voice: “Sorry, I didn’t know that you were someone’s property, I thought you were relatives.”
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