He had the pocket rocket back in his hand now, and was toying with Jennifer’s clit. Her toes extended, her hands trying to grab anything, but unable...to because of the restraints. Then he produced a string of small anal beads. He pressed the first one against her hole, and instantly she knew what it was. Jennifer had always loved being touched there, and was thrilled to be secured in the new room for pleasure experimentation. Slowly, there were three anal beads inside her, and Jim increased the. . and he wasn't going to be able to walk in there. That's when he noticed the bedpan and his face turned a deep crimson. He was mortified at the thought of his mother having to empty a bedpan.He groaned and his mother leaned over to see what was wrong. He was too embarrassed to tell her and just mumbled that he didn't like being stuck inside.It was at that point that the doorbell rang.Paul heard his mother's voice as she welcomed someone into their home. Her voice got louder as she was. I knocked on her door and asked what happened, she replied she couldn’t put the bra hooks again. I was happy. I told her to open the door so that I can help. She opened the door, and again she covered her breasts with a cloth.I expected it anyway. While putting her bras hooks, I told her that I will teach her how to put it on her own, so that she will not bother me again. She said okay. I was thrilled. I didn’t show any emotions though.Son: Mom, remove your bra first.Mom: Noo, I can’t.Son: Then. Then all of a sudden I twitched both her nipples really hard and she shouted like hell. To minimize the sound I was kissing her and continued to twitch her nipples. She almost started crying and asked me to untie her. But I said, “The fun has just started baby”. Then I bought a candle and started dripping the hot wax on her nipples and again she was in a bit of pain but she was also enjoying it. She had told me before she hated blow job and was not ready to give me one cause she hates the taste.