‘Oh wow! Look at mom eating out your ass, Jimmy. That is so freaky!’ my s****r gasped. ‘Any freakier than you eating it out?’ I teased. ‘I g...ess not.’ ‘Yummy, that was very, very tasty,’ mom said, lewdly licking her lips after she had had her fill of our bottoms. “When you were babies, I used to wipe those two bottoms for you. Now just look at me!” ‘Now you, mom,’ Amy urged. ‘Let us have taste of your ass.” ‘That sounds like music to my ears, sweethearts,’ mom said, getting up on the couch,. He widened his shot and adjusted the lighting to catch the highlights in her hair. The images now include the graceful taper of her neck, which he imagined kissing from shoulder to earlobe as he photographed her. Her shoulders were quite toned – she’d mentioned something about being a swimmer and he could tell that she took care of herself quite well. He asked her to look directly into the camera, telling her to think of one of her favorite intimate moments with her husband as she did. He was. He declines their offer of breakfast and goes into the living room. Once there he sits to watch the TV, and he periodically monitors any activity occurring around the exterior of the house.While Kyle and the others eat a casual breakfast Kyle’s mom keeps discussing wedding plans and asking questions about the couple’s plans for the future. At first Kyle is a bit upset by her sudden nosiness, but after a few minutes he realizes she’s trying to distract him from some of the sadness of what’s. To an inexperienced Master or Mistress he might appear a compliant object, one who knelt without objection, who placed his magnificent arms and legs in position for the shackles, who extended his glorious backside conveniently for the marathon caning sessions, but this one never let go of his pride. While the Handler found this rather exciting, the Mistress found it boring. She was near to admitting defeat and getting rid of him, something rare in this establishment. The Handler and those in.