." It's alright," I said, pushing him back into the chair. "So which leg is it? Is it this one, or this one?"I squatted down in front of him. His long...legs were on either side of me & I was gently sliding my hands up those lean, muscular legs. I could see the outline of his massive cock hardening in his pants. I slowly slid my eager, trembling hands up towards it. Jeremy was just sitting there, stunned, not knowing what to do or say. My fingers were soon tracing the outline of his big, thick,. I kissed mom hard and asked if she was ready for this. I mean, fucking your daughter’s fingers is one thing, but your son’s cock is another. She just looked me in the eyes and said..“Fuck me, Jake! Fuck your Momma like she‘s never had a cock before!” Cassie lent over and kissed me then Mom, then sat in the chair beside us and spread her own legs and resumed stroking her own clit.I slid the tip of my cock up and down the entrance to Mom’s pussy, lubricating the cock head and shaft with her. She blew gently on his shinny tip as it emerged from his crinkled fore skin. She wanted to channel her hatred into raw carnal sexual energy. He let his hangs hang in anticipation and gently stroked her dark hair aside. She reminded him of Jennifer Connelly, in a way, or Julia Roberts. She pulled his pants down. His hips were smooth, like his stomach which dropped into his pelvis and smoothly turned into a giant and thick upward sloping cock. She put her palm on his pubic bone and she clasped. Through gritted teeth, the slave called out "Two, Mistress!"By the twentieth hit, she hadn't cried out in pain yet. Welts were forming on her back, and Constance was afraid if she went any further, there might be permanent scarring. "Just two more, Slave. Be sure to keep counting."She panted, bathed in sweat. "Yes, Mistress."Still swinging at full force, Constance lashed out, hitting her on the right labium.She finally howled in pain. "Twenty-one, Mistress!" she cried.Even knowing that another.