"With slow, deliberate strokes, she slid her hand up and down his cock, squeezing firmly each time her palm came up over his cherry knob. Her nostrils...flared."Oh, Mama, that feels so good!" he cried."Just relax and enjoy it, honey. Mother will take care of you." She glanced quickly into his eyes. "You must have relief, you know."Her glance returned to her moving hand and she stared as though hypnotized at his magnificent cock-head. It was so proud, and so smooth and hard and red, and so. "Shasta stopped suddenly and turned her head away trying to hide the fact tears had started to well up in her eyes."What's the matter, Shasta?" Nesho said softly."Nothing, mistress," Shasta said, shaking her head minutely."You never knew what happened to her did you?" How?" Shasta started. "I... I don't know what you mean mistress." Your mother, Shasta. You don't know what happened to her, do you?" How did you know I... ?" Shasta stopped. It was said by some of the staff in very reverent tones. I am just unhappy.In three years, my husband must have touched me just about five times. I don’t even know what his mouth tastes like. I mean, he had kissed me but in such a loathing way that it kind of never clicks. And I know it because I have been kissed, fondled, caressed, gently rocked with my boyfriends penis inside me. Brought to orgasms, fucked again, sucked on my nipples with such desire that I had offered my cunt to him many many times. And here I was unloved, unfucked and above all,. I didn't mean to disrespect you, Brody."I had a momentary flash of guilt for forgetting I had those webcam pictures and letting Jeff see them. That passed almost as quickly as it came. There were more important issues at hand, and I knew I could trust Jeff not to be too much of an ass about those."Oh, that," I finally said. "Yeah, whatever. I didn't mean for you to see those, but I know you'll be cool about it. Right?" I gave him kind of a warning glare."Sure, Brod. No problem. You know me."I.