But it's tense boredom because one never knows. Then there's the 8 percent spent doing busywork and the final 2 percent is terror. The bastards are sh...oting at ME!"With the excavator in the pit, 90 percent is on your knees doing not so mindless work with the trowel, 8 percent busywork: measuring, leveling, checking walls, writing boring field survey sheets of finding nothing, and 2 percent "chink" Oh shit! get out the brush and the chopsticks ... what is it? ... what is it? ... is it. She was already topless, and he took a few more minutes to worship her round, perky tits, large enough to make a sweater look irresistible, yet small and firm enough to tell gravity to go fuck itself. Darius had never been obsessed with boobs, but he felt like he could suck on his daughter’s tits for days. But, he remembered, she had other delights to offer.Licking between her cleavage one last time, he began to head south, planting small kisses and licks along her taut tummy and nuzzling his. Heard them moving around, and felt leather caress my back and my breasts, seconds before I felt the first two blows of the floggers they choose. On my back and breasts. It stung, but not really painful yet. As they continued it started getting more painful, until it became like a warm, painful glow. They stoped as one and I felt their hands caress some of the hurt away.Ian told me to chose between 10 strokes of cane or 12 of a single tail whip, even though they both knew it wasn't really a. " Mom whispered to Ben as he eased forward and now, they went from mother and son, to lovers. "Ahhh, yes! Oh baby! Oh my baby boy!" Mom squealed as her son filled her with his big, hard cock. "You're in me! You're in your Mom's pussy! Oh my fucking God! Fuck! Fuck!" Mom's squealed as he filled her and the cock-head hit bottom. He was completely in her now and there was no turning back. They were lovers.Ben heard Mom and he could not wait. He moved forward and slipped in her. "Ohhh, Mom! Oh.