The sheets were around his waist, andAlison felt her pussy begin to moisten as she saw the tenting bulge ofan obvious hard-on beneath the covers."Wh-w...at'd you want to talk to me about, Mom?" Randy said nervously.Alison crossed the room, her tits jiggling seductively as she took aseat beside him on the bed. Randy's eyes bulged as he saw his mother'stransparent negligee."About what you were just doing, honey," Alison said gently. Shesmiled at her son, dropping her hand to lightly stroke the. The blows left vivid stripes.My, you really look like you know what you’re doing, Jake sent to Ellen. When did you become so knowledgeable about how to beat people?I’m cheating. Shannon knows what to do. She’s a regular font of information. I keep reading her to see what she thinks would be effective and I do that. I’m getting an interactive lesson in torture.Keep up the good work.It’s probably about time to stop. She’s not that lucid anymore and she’s no longer helping.I don’t sense any. “I was able to grab a phone, dial 9-1-1. He ripped it out of my hand and hit me again, threw it at me, but the line was open and they could hear… they traced the number back to our house and sent police and fire. Good thing they did, or he might have killed me. They kicked in the door.”“Jesus, Julia.” I felt so bad for her but had no other words.“Jon, you don’t have to keep saying that. I can tell how you feel, you know, and that, plus being here with you is enough. Anyway, he hit a cop and. He may have been a man's man in his day-to-day life, but he was definitely a cock slut for me. His mouth felt wonderful and I leaned back against the car door and closed my eyes, savoring it, the scratching of his beard on my thighs reminding me this was not Jan. I let myself simply enjoy the sensations while Jan enjoyed the show. When she suggested to Trace that he remove my pants it hardly registered, and while barely losing contact with my cock he slipped my shoes to the floor and took my.