Feeling guilty as soon as the orgasm subsided she was cross with herself for being turned on so much by her son and vowed never to do it again. Despit... her vow she couldn’t get the image of her son coming home from school and wanking into her worn panties. She loved him so much she could never be cross with him for this. This routine carried on for the next few days and when she came to doing the next smalls washing she looked for evidence that her son had cum in her panties, and wasn’t. "I said again, "You can call me The Bear."She laughed and said, "That's not very original, but I guess it's up to you. You are a big man," She said laughing again. "So maybe that will fit."She turned around and check her screen, "It's available, you want me to go ahead and register it for you as your hunt name?" Yeah, do it." I looked into the mirror behind her, my makeup almost done and saw The Bear for the first time. The suit fit perfectly, tight, giving me a furry body to go with my face.. "Me too," said Chanda with an equally mischievous expression."You know where to go," I ordered my slave.She practically bowed in her nod, stood and took my hand possessively. It would have been more appropriate to have her lead us with me holding her via collar and leash, but we hadn't gotten that far. But the intimate contact showed a sort of obeisance in making her lower than her usual disdaining, regal self, even it meant it put us at equal standing at the moment.My wife, seeing this small. ?At last his fingers went to my nipples, skimming over them, plucking lightly. My head lolled on his shoulder, my back arching, straining for a firmer touch. ?Were your nipples hard in the restaurant, kitten???Yes.??Why??Still that tormenting stroking, plucking. ?I—I was h-horny for you.? He lightly rolled both my nipples and my hips rolled on his lap.?You wanted me to do this???Yes—no!? My fingers gripped convulsively behind his neck. ?Harder, please.?But he went back to just feathering the.