After a few days, he invited her to a café for lunch, and afterwards she found herself locked in a toilet cubicle frantically rubbing her swollen lit...le nub with slippery fingers. That evening, as she put the dishes into the washing machine, she watched Oskar across the kitchen counter. He carefully dried the saucepan and returned it to its place.“I’m going to take a shower” she announced as she left the kitchen. He nodded. In the cubicle, she set the nozzle to a tight jet and let the warm. .” I began whimpering.“Right my girl. I’m giving you a short flogging before I fuck you! It helps me get in the mood. I hope you don’t mind.” she chuckled.I groaned, yet much to my shame, my cunt was wet with anticipation.Then over her shoulder she called to someone, “OK Guy; you can come in now!”Horrified I looked up to see my naked son step into the room; ready to watch!“Oh God! No Guy!” I shrieked.Guy glanced at me with guilt; but it was gone from my mind as first the sound of the strap. At that point I slid my lips back until just the head remained in my mouth and treated it like an ice cream cone. He groaned loudly, gripping the couch cushions. I began to work my mouth back and forth on his shaft, taking him to the back of my throat with each bob of my head. This drove him wild. Breathing heavily, he sat up.With an audible pop, I released his cock from my mouth. He grabbed my waist and pushed me into the couch, now on top of me. "God damn, you're so sexy," he whispered into. She must not know what is coming next. She must be held in that ever present sense of un-knowing. After letting her wait for a good ten minutes, with just staring at her beautiful ass, admiring the way her back arched inward, forcing her tits to stand out thrusting away from her body. When I was done drinking in her beauty, I picked up the soft nipple clamps and made my way back up onto the bed in front of her. Wanting to give her a false sense of security, I gently flicked the tip of my tongue.