Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Bedding The Babysitter: Ep9

Last night I had completed the seduction and domination of my eighteen-year-old babysitter. Today, a Saturday, I hoped to begin to make her greatest fantasies come true. So after my ex-husband (the less said about him, the better) came and picked up our son for his customary every-second-weekend custody time, I msn'd Jenny. It was just after lunchtime.

DrMeg: How is Jenny this fine afternoon?

Jenny78ph: Very well, Mistress.

DrMeg: That is good to hear. No regrets about last night's events?

Jenny78ph: None! :)

DrMeg: Ready for your training to continue?

Jenny78ph: Yes, Mistress.

DrMeg: Are you dressed already?

Jenny78ph: Of course.

we will research Karen before

Jenny78ph: Transformation?

new look. We are going to make you irresistible to

if she doesn't like

DrMeg: Let's find out.

Jenny78ph: OK.

over here

Jenny78ph: Yes, Mistress.

uninterrupted enjoyment. The next chapter is just a click away,

led her upstairs and

Jenny replied. She quickly crawled into place and went right to work with her eager little tongue as

a soft moan and asked, "Jenny, what's Karen's last

legs, so cute, and answered, "Pepper." She then went back to pleasing my already damp pussy. I requested, "Jenny dear, please go nice and slow; I

believe she said, "Yes Mistress, I can do that," as a response but it was incoherent, her suddenly singing tongue busy pouring a mix of misty melodies into

I researched, I learned that Karen came from a well-to-do family, lived in a massive upscale house and was an only child. On Facebook (on which, by the way, you should protect yourself much better than most people do) I learned she was a redhead with green eyes, she was short at 5'2", but from her photos her breasts appeared to be quite large. I then created a new social media account under the fake name of Sarah Conners and requested her to be her friend, with a note explaining that I was a girl researching 'Cheerleaders' Impact on the Student Experience' (again, you really should protect yourself from online predators such as myself). Not surprisingly, she accepted me five minutes later. I created a questionnaire for her and sent it to her, hoping she would respond. As I waited, I read her wall and learned some more about her. Her tone was often very sarcastic, she hated her mother, she loved getting compliments... revelled in them really... and could be quite spiteful. She frequently posted comments such as "Mrs. Wicks is a complete bitch" or "Did you see what Sara wore today, it made her look even fatter than she already is, if that is possible." After reading her wall I looked forward to attempting to seduce her. I also learned she had a part-time job working at Mill's Boutique (the best and most expensive women's clothing store in town) and based on her status, she was at work right now. All this time Jenny was slowly licking my pussy, nibbling jazz ballads ever so gently on my pussy lips. I moaned and said, "Good girl, my little virtuoso pussy pleaser. Now please slide a finger

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