She takes a few moments to run her eyes up and down his body admiring his face, defined muscles on his arms, abdomen, and legs. He is so hot and curre...tly he is hers. She picks up the feather and moves closer, running the feather lightly over his lips then flicking it away, before moving it back and down over his chest. He squirms and she stops.She whispers, "you need to stay still or I will begin again."He stops moving and she starts again, running it back over his lips and onto his chest. She. Junior had welts all up and down his handsome body. He was almost as beautiful as his dad. His naked back and legs were red with bruises. His manacled arms and legs locked him beautifully into the rack not allowing him any movement. I knew someday that he would go full time into making custom bondage constructions. His work was so well thought out and so beautiful. He had already been asked to design and build some s/m works of art.The whip cracked and I could see Junior wince from the real. . I...” Gretchen swallowed.I winked at her.“Yes, Becky,” she moaned, her lusts consuming her. She was in heat, hyper-ovulation kicking in. The signs were obvious.It was taking all my self-control not to rip off her clothing and fuck her right now.She moved to her husband, almost floating the few steps to him. He groaned, not fighting his wife as she unzipped him. Her hand reached in, fumbling around, then produce a cock, an average length for a guy. She gripped it, staring at me.“That is one. She was overachiever through and through. Her green eyes shined through her glasses as she bit her soft pink lips. Her simple tank top was covered in anime characters and was filled out quite nicely by her H-cups; her bloomers she ordered online clung to her like a second skin. Her red hair was like her mother’s except the addition of pigtails on ether side of her face. Giving a grin as I saw her stretch and push out her chest, I switched over to the middle child.She was currently beating a.