A touch of a hand woke me up. I opened my eyes and saw a young man watching my body. Excuse me, madam, but you can't sleep in the sun. It may cause bu...ns. I smiled at him, thanked him and got up. We talked for a while and I saw him assess me with his eyes, look at my breasts and look down below my hips. I must admit that the visible interest of the young man clearly excited me and hard little nipples began to come out through the bra of the costume.The young man smiled at the sight and I got. My vaginal muscles were already clenching in reaction to the stimulation of his cock head on my G spot. Rakesh seemed to know about fucking unlike his brother. He repositioned himself and started increasing the tempo of his thrusting as his cock head massaged my G spot. I closed my eyes, letting myself climb towards climax. My hands went around his neck and down his back. His bright black eyes remained the same, burning with lust. I thought I was going to die. I opened my mouth to scream out in. I didn’t think much of it. At the ensuing family function, my step mom apparently made my real mommy and my sister drinks to loosen them up. My step mother then proceeded to explain to my mom and sister, with help from my father, that she’d push to take away mommy’s visitation rights, unless she agreed to let herself get humiliated like the way they humiliated her a few weeks back.After much internal debate my mom agreed.My step mom was delighted.She instantly had me and my father remove our. Gimp waited eagerly for the next order from Mistress. The confusion was too much. Gimp wasn't sure what to do. If he continued or stopped, he could be punished. Was this more mental torture?Gimp looked at Mistress. She looked back with a blank face. Was she pleased or not? Gimp had no idea.Mistress stood up, walked across the room and stood between Ferrari and Gimp, her crutch within inches of Gimp.Gimp could smell her sweetness and knew she was wet. Mistress was happy but would never.