He would have feasted on the tempting view of my thick inner thighs…He would have definitely zoomed in onto my disclosed crotch, even as I was only ...etting myself ready to be clicked. He would have wanked his cock, that whole night, fantasizing about the chunky milky flesh his mother had underneath her tight pants.I was almost so adamant that it would have all happened. I could picture my son do it. I could also visualize him, describing how he felt when he saw me in a vile posture, to his. ..My name is Karen Shepard and I was fourteen at the time. We had just moved here three weeks before from the city where I had been born and lived all my life. There we had a nice three bedroom house on a nice quarter acre lot in a nice neighborhood in a nice suburb. Nothing unusual, just a typical middle class American life. When my dad got the promotion and we had to move here, he and Mom decided they would like a place more in the country. They found one. Here we lived in a slightly older. ."David isn't coming." I just kind of stood there in silence and Damon walked to the counter to pick up a piece of paper and hand it to me. It read:"From now on you belong to Damon on Wednesday's at 10 am. Do a good job and have fun. David"That was it. I looked at Damon with an obvious question mark on my face. "You liked when we fucked you last time didn't you?" he asked. He was referring to a month earlier when David helped me live out a fantasy and set me up with a group fuck with. " You think the primary has been so beaten down for so long that he just won't have the drive or will to succeed." See what I mean, you're doing it again. Yes, that is exactly what I mean. Jimmy, he's still suffering from the pain of Katia's death, not to mention the suggestion of betrayal that she knew his secret and may have been helping whoever was in charge to use him." I don't think that was it. I think they told her something when they sent her in, maybe that they had done this by.