I told my mom it was just another aspect of my role, but the truth was with the home theater, 45-inch television, the full fridge; I just loved the lu...ury of it.I turned the corner and shouted immediately, "Mom!" My hand released the apple. It rolled soundlessly across the floor.Mother was lying on half on and half off the couch. Her eyes looked clouded in a milky glaze, and her complexion was near gray. She glanced up at me through a deep fog, and mumbled thickly through her half smile, "I. My body rose from the bed, writhing in its agony those cuffs digging unnoticed into the soft flesh of arms and legs. I glanced at Nella, impassively kneeling beside her master, indifferent to my searing internal pain, like a faithful dog at his side, as he drank coffee and gently fondled her breasts alternately, my screams music to his ears, his stiffness a ramrod, her still hand gripping his shaft as he moved himself back and forth in her grasp. I did not stop to do more than glance, the pain. I could see that he wanted me badly. I wanted him to stand up and fuck my sopping wet pussy right there. My hands left my nipples and his eyes shifted, soaking in everything in front of him. I spun to another section of the circle. I didnt want to spoil him all at once. Swaying to the music, my red panties felt tight. I could feel my engorged clit pushing against the fabric and was sure that someone would notice the wet stain between my legs. Standing, I spread my legs wide, and, in a sudden. As Nick and I got lost in our moment, Mollie was suddenly standing right by us, her wet hand on my cock, her dry one on his, stopping any further movement. She needed a moment to catch her breath. Clearly this was heating her up as much as it was us.She let go of both cocks and softly said, “And then…?”I knew what she wanted. I yanked Nick’s tee off of his body and tossed off my own shirt. I bit Nick’s nipples and sucked them as I pumped his cock, then I pushed him down to his knees, and we.