Too weak to even scream, her throat raw from the effort, Lynette could only weep weakly and uncontrollably as Simon withdrew and the grasp on her was ...eleased. In utter misery, fatigue and defeat her near naked body slid down the wall into a disheveled heap. Long since having lost control of both bladder and bowels, Lynette soiled and wet herself as mocking laughter filled the room."Get used to it, whore! You're ours now! We take you when and how we want and there is nothing you can do about. . along with her devilish hand running up his thigh, her fingertips soon tracing along the thick outline. She played the little teen act so convincingly. Her coy expression and teasing half-smile was clearly doing the trick as John's chest heaved with increasingly labored breaths. "I.. I touched myself in class, Sir. I'm so ashamed, Daddy.. I should have told you.. but.. I didn't want you to be mad." She pouted her soft lips at him and a low growl rumbled through his chest. "Is that all, little. Just as well to go with the flow. He felt his mom jump from the chair, and was actually a little relieved that he hadn't had to watch her skirt flare up, offering tantalizing glimpses of her panties, her thighs, her ass. Mostly relieved, anyway.Her heels clacked against the hardwood as she took a couple of steps away, and then, moments later, there was a quiet 'flumpf.'Trembling with fear? Anticipation? Arousal? Jay waited, very much aware of what that sound probably meant."Okay, open your. A thoughtful card at Christmas and on our respective birthdays, that sort of thing. When a letter arrived from her in the autumn, I was pleased to read that she would be in town the following month and invited me to catch up over coffee. The hotel bar was very grand in its tastefully understated way and I spotted her immediately, smiling warmly at me and getting up from her seat at the quiet corner table. We exchanged kisses on the cheek and she embraced me, clearly as pleased to see me after.