. so I need you to get your stuff out tonight.’ Laysea felt like the rug had been jerked out from under her. ‘O-Okay um, where do you want me to p...t Jason and my stuff?’ ‘You can take some of your clothes, none of the items that were purchased with the organization money — so no jewelry or trinkets.’ He turned around and began to walk back in but turned back quickly, ‘Oh and nothing that was Jason’s. It is all property of the family and since Jason did not see to actually signing a marriage. ..NO...OOOO!“ she cried out.„Well then, you'd better be VERY good, slave.“„Yes...Sir...yes...I'll try, Sir...“ she whimpered. I had already taken off my restrainer and was seated on the squab. Her eyes were filled with horror as she gazed at my still flaccid cock.„Lick my knob,“ I said.“ Just the knob.“ Her head came down and she started to do so. „Lift my cock up,“ I ordered. Her small hand took hold of it and raised it. She was shivering. I was starting to swell. „Now, put it in you. "Seven inches? Close to it, anyway. A little lean, nice and veiny, but well proportioned. Very well." She looked up at her son. "That's a fine tool, love. You have a beautiful cock."Mark smiled proudly. His mother flipped the nozzle of the hand lotion bottle open, and very carefully dripped the cream onto her son's cock. Mark gasped and flinched as every drip touched; the cream felt like icy pinpricks to his superheated cock, though they warmed quickly."Cold, mmm? Poor darling. I think we can. . I pulled back on your hair as I pushed in very slow and deep. You arched your back and I saw you start to tremble a little. I started to thrust short and deep against your pussy. You turned your head and muttered in a low tone, harder. I pushed down on your lower back as I pulled back more on your hair forcing you to pull your hand from the wall. I hammered hard almost lifting you from the floor. I saw you open your mouth and your arms reached back to grab my hips and you exclaimed OMG. OMG..