With a melodramatic groan, the boy stuffed hislatest erection into his briefs. They dressed and went down tobreakfast. A full English breakfast is a f...ast, and the innkeeper, a bulkybut not particularly fat man in his forties, was particularlysolicitous of the American mother and son. He went out of his wayto ask if their DOUBLE room had been satisfactory. His grin almostbecame a leer when Jimmy assured him the two of them had had awonderful night together, while Liz shrank, blushing, into. It wasn't until the next week that Jeff gave his find any more specialattention. It was a Saturday and Maria had let him sleep in as usual.He groggily made his way towards the bathroom when he passed the mirrorand he remembered the strange incident from before. He slowlyapproached the mirror and studied his reflection. The last time he hadbeen looking at it he had been thinking about Maria's eyes. He thoughtabout them now. Femininely ovular. He was alarmed when he once againfound them staring. I screamed as I fell to the floor and was pulled towards the torture chamber. I saw Gary and my husband filming me. I tried to tear at the hand grabbing me but it was in a glove. I tried to grab on to some of the furniture but the men would kick my hands away as soon as I got hold of something. I was back in the room, terrified and screaming.My hands were tied together to a rope hanging from the ceiling. Ellie then pulled on the rope, my hands rose above my head. I was forced to my knees and. High, sexy little noises come from your throat, and I know you're close to the orgasm that I'm going to deny you.I bring you closer and closer to the edge, your pussy begins to spasm around my fingers, and I think about letting you cum, but no, I stop and withdraw my touch.You gasp in shock and frustration.I grab hold of my cock. I'm not sure it's ever been this hard. I slip the very tip inside your sopping hole, my precum mingling with your juices, then smear the combined wetness up and down.