'... and I love it!... Christ, I love sucking and fucking my very own son!' The thought seemed to glow through her whole body. Instantly she stared cu...ming, her spasming pussy contracting and sucking wetly, around her boy's madly-pounding prick."Mommy's cumming, Paul!" Monica gasped. "Unngghh! Fuck your mother, fuck your mother! Oh, shit, baby! I'm cuuummmiiinnngggg!"The delicious cum pounded through her quivering loins spreading a lurid. shameless smile across her face as her gushing pussy. After some time I increased my speed and finally filled her pussy with the cum. I took rest on her while my dick still in her pussy. After some time we both went to bathroom to clean our genitals. I cleaned her pussy, and I said that I would shave her bush. She agreed. I brought my shaving kit. I put my knees down while she was standing. First I trimmed the hair.Then applied foam on it. Slowly I shaved her pussy. Now it was looking so nice. I cleaned every thing. Again I got tempted to lick her. Against the walls at left and right would be, respectively, a variable height wooden box-horse and a four-legged, leather-cylindered horse with a pair of vaulting handles, and a set of parallel bars and a pile of rubber mats. Four pairs of ropes would be hanging down from the beamed ceiling, and across the width of the gym, halfway down its length to her left, would be the bar, perhaps lowered, perhaps hauled up out of the way. Against the walls immediately to left and right of the entrance. It was quite possibly the highest service to the Pantheon possible, save sacrificing one's self while enforcing or upholding the Law.A huge oblong platinum chime resounded by the stroke of an ornamental ram swung by two Protectors, the Castigator's personally hand-picked guard, and judging by their imposing physical builds apparently chosen chiefly for their brawn. The sound of the chime drowned out the chatter of the milling guests; it reverberated with a majestic effect in the audience hall,.