I couldn’t have really just gotten sucked off my own mother. I was on the verge of trying to run out of there again.“Stay right where you are,” ...rs. Randall ordered me, reinforcing her command with a hard pinch on my butt.She walked around behind my mother, retrieving the rolled up newspaper from the kitchen table and picking up the end of the leash as she did. Without any warning, Mrs. Randall reached over and pulled the blindfold off my mom.She blinked, saw my cock and smiled. I felt relieved. Liza u r mine .I love u baby .I want ur chut .Please baby . and 1 hi second me meri panty niche kr di . Me bhaag k bedroom me chali gayi .Par wo bhi pichhe aaye or mujhe bed pe patak dia or jor se mujhpe hawi ho gaye .Mujhpe chadh gaye and ek hi pal me meri saree badan se alag kr di .Me chikh rahi thi or chillayi tbhi unhone mera blouse nikala samne se .Jo meri 38inch bra k upper se nipple ko mu me le k bite krne lage .Or phir mere dono hatho ko pakad k meri chut me usne tongue daal di or phir. " She looked at me with confusion in her eyes and as I pointed to my friend he had Pulled his cock out. I pushed her to her knees and he pushed his cock into her throat grabbed her head and fucked her face. Get used to it I said this is how a real slut is used at this he blew his load down her throat. As she coughed and gagged I grabbed her and pulled her out side to the suv and she the wiped tears and cum off her face. The next stop was a Sissy store that catered to guys with this desire. I. “Just in case you couldn’t identify it.”“What are you promising, love?” I asked.“To kiss you with intent soon.”“You know what’s strange?” I said softly as I made bread at Casa del Agua. This ritual of waking up in the morning early and talking to Rhonda while I made bread was so deeply ingrained that it didn’t make any difference what house I was in. Two days ago, I’d woken up to make bread at the Clinton/Whitaker house. Last week, I made bread when Dani and I stayed at the Wood house. And, of.