. I guess we start shooting in August," I said, unsure of exactlywhat I was getting myself into."Great," she said. "I'll have my assistant text you wi...h all the detailsand we'll get a script overnighted to you. Seriously, Alana, you will notregret this decision."And before I could say anything, she hung up, and within seconds of doingthat, I had a text message on my phone from what I could only assume wasRebecca's assistant starting to pepper me with info and ask me for someof my. You’re doing great!” she encouraged her son. “Yes, do it faster now, that feels so good! Keep going like this and you’ll make mom come!”Jimmy felt proud that his mother loved it as much as he did and, for the first time, he wasn’t frightened anymore to become the new picker. He knew he could do it. He would make his mother orgasm. It would be like passing a test; if he could making her come, he would prove he was as good a lover as his father was, and while he had not yet achieved this goal, he. The sight of her leg bent in such a sexy pose, her black, high-heeled shoe balancing on the porcelain was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen.I got her pants down and began rubbing her pussy through her lacy black panties. She was soaking wet and I could smell her scent. It was musky and sweet at the same time. “Fuck me,” she said then. “Please, fuck me.” I roughly pulled her panties down and began rubbing her clit. As when I touched her breasts, I did what always felt good on my own. He tied me to a tree and flogged me all over. Deliciously painful, but I so love the warmth it gives my skin. He was enjoying Himself as well. I could feel him increase his tempo and his force. I could hear others screaming around me, no doubt in the spider web of chains, or the swinging nets, the lacing station, or suspended from a tree. I could hear a whip cracking and wished i could see the red marks. All of the external stimulation began to blur. I felt myself get closer and closer to.