God, she loves it when he leaves his mark on her! She splays her other hand across the line of her chin, tucking the edge of one finger between her te...th, beaming at the memory of last night.She sighs happily, turning once more to face the mirror.She cocks her head critically, eyes flitting over her reflection. Hands raise up to tweak one of the clamps, arranging it so the chains fall evenly, a single, fiery ruby swinging directly between her breasts. The set was an early Christmas gift from. Her tight, sleeveless shirt displayed her tiny breasts. As I got closer to them, the mother turned to look at me, I tried not notice."Hi," I heard the woman say. There was a moments pause, "... Aren't you Farah's father?"I looked up suddenly, a bit stunned -- I tried not to look it though. "Yes," I said to her, and as I looked at her I found her farely familiar."I'm Carol," she said, "My daughter used to go to school with your daughter. I know you probabley don't recognize me, I've only really. Next came the hard part. I walked over and turned to face the room and attached the shackles to my feet then slowly slid onto the dildos, careful not to go to fast no matter how difficult it was. My eyes rolled back as I felt the two cocks fill both of my holes and moaned a little. By this point I was already soaking the leather of the belt with my juices. I fastened it around me, feeling the bullet that was turned off press against my clit and labia. Then I grabbed the switch that dangled from. ..did she?" I pondered as I began to change. "No way" I thought to myself and started to undress. "It's just my horny teen mind playing tricks on me". I stood up and started to pull up my shorts when I glanced over at mom only to find her looking right back at me. That didn't last long though, she sheepishly averted her gaze. "Odd" I thought. "Very odd"."Alright, let's go" I said as I picked my backpack up off the ground and put it back on my shoulders. As I looked ahead though, I got quite the.