Slowly at first, but gradually building up speed. I started to moan with pleasure. I thrust my crotch into it harder each time, until I coul... feel the end about to come. It surged through my body as I built up to one last moan, loud and definitive. I stopped moving, then fell onto my back, taking care not to hit my head on anything. I let the feeling of contentment wash over me. I expected you to take off the straitjacket first, so I could carefully remove the. She looks up at our approaching camera briefly. Her dialogue is delivered with the confidence of sometime who’s managed a thousand negotiations over the years.“My name is Belinda Anderson, I’m 49 years old and I’m a company director from Bermondsey in London.”We cut to see her sitting at a big desk in a nice office with big windows looking out over Bermondsey high street behind her. Her jacket is off, her white blouse tight enough against her slim body to show off her large nipples which are. He likes to fuck me in places and under circumstances where there is an element of danger - a chance of being caught.I knew he wouldn't be fingering me at the club unless that is where he planned on doing me. As I chewed on my steak and as his fingers probed me I tried to think where it would take place - in the building itself or somewhere on the grounds. Mike loved to play golf and he had always said that the sixteenth hole at the club was where he would get his hole-in-one if he ever got. I took his cock in my mouth. I had my step-son’s cock in my mouth, and I was only enjoying it. I was pleasing and sucking my son’s cock as good as I used to suck and please his dad’s cock. I could hear him moan. He grabbed my head, and started to fuck my face. “Mom, I love you, I love you so much. You are so hot, and so sexy,” James was confessing his feelings, while my eyes got wet when he pushed his cock deep in my throat. “Ah… I love you too,” I said catching my breath when he pulled out his.