I wasblindfolded and something was clamped to my tongue. The soreness in myass let me know that my defilement had been very real. I knew I wasnaked ...xcept something was fastened to my chest. It seemed like a longtime before I heard voices. A man with a deep voice was telling someonethat he was now going to pull some of my teeth! He explained that hewould only pull 4 a day to lessen the strain on me. I could do nothingto prevent him from doing what he wanted to me. He started by. At that time I was doing it for the practice and hardly noted that it was my mother's limbs on which I was working. Now, months later, she just sank deeper into the couch and wiggled her toes, saying, "Oh, yes! Yes, indeed, yes. Oh, thank you. Marvelous idea!"As I was walking around the coffee table, I remembered reading an erotic story of a young kid who massaged his mom's legs so he could look under her robe. Each day his mother relaxed a little bit more, the story went, and each day he'd get. Mike sucked my cock as Sara nursed my balls one after the other. Then slid back to my taint, then reamed my asshole. I held Mike by the head and face fucked his mouth while Sara's tongue bore into me from behind. I could hear Mike choke a little from time to time but fuck it he needed to hind out what he had done to the beautiful lady under him minutes before. I went off in his throat as Sara went wild under him. Shaking and clawing his body as her legs wrapped around and squeezed his. I gave Heather a questioning look and she responded with a look of innocence so convincing, I couldn’t help but laugh. Her foot continued to travel up to my thigh and into my crotch and start to rub me through my trousers. I felt myself becoming gradually more aroused as her toes moved around the bulge that was being created.Knowing that this was one of her favorite games, I decided to play along and pretend nothing was going on. This was fine up until I realized just how talented her feet.