He still had his supporters, who believed he'd grow out of it. A lot more people than you expected followed that line of thought.You wonder how they'd...spin the current scenario, where he stood in front of you brandishing a large knife with the very clear intention of using it. He also had two muscular thugs behind him, waiting patiently for an order.“Always knew you'd never amount to anything, Mommy's Boy. Still, you've done pretty well for yourself all things considered,” Jeremy responded,. Of course my door was closed, his usually is as well but, after all, the rooms in the house are connected by heating ducts so I suppose that might be how I heard him.There was little doubt of what I was hearing, my son was obviously masturbating as was his mother down the hall from him, masturbating as well.Knowing Neil was doing the same, I tried to hold down my orgasm but, well, maybe there was a bit of extra eroticism in us doing it together in time if not space, and I was a little louder. No one could tell — no one except Suzanne — but her William had a rather naughty side. Suzanne had plans for those lengths of silky crimson. Very special plans, she thought. She found the last item in the box, pulled it out and added it to the display. A creamy white beeswax candle rose from the center of the ring. She struck a match and lit the wick. The aroma of vanilla and spices rising from the flame complimented the piney fragrance of the wreath. Adjusting a branch here and there, Suzanne. I was not a slave or even a real submissive, I just had this innate need to please Kevin. In some sense of the word that was being submissive. I looked over to the clock and it read 12:30. We had slept in this morning after such a late night. When we had gotten back last night Kevin had removed my butt plug. He had me wash him in the shower. It was so erotic and we ended up have sex again when we got to bed. We feel asleep in each other’s arms.When we finally got out of bed, Kevin ordered us.