"No, Oma," we answered. She took us in the kitchen and made something for us to eat while she called our parents and told them where we were. It turne... out that our parents had been searching for us for some time, and Dad came to get us. We could tell right-a-way that he was very upset with us for doing this. Dad, however, was nothing compared to our Moms. They hugged us and kissed us when we returned home, but then shook us good."Don't you EVER do that again," they told us in very loud voices.. Mistress was fucking his mouth, shoving it in. forcing him to take it deep. He was gasping for breath but Mistress would have none of it and then suddenly she let go of him. He saw she was holding a giant ball gag in her hand. It was pink in color. Pink had almost become synonymous with Mistress. She clasped his nostrils which blocked his breathing and he had to open his mouth for air. No sooner he opened the mouth; Mistress shoved the ball gag in his mouth. It had leather straps which went. He went fast and made sure that I got every inch of his cock with each downward thrust. My headboard slammed against the wall and the bed bounced and squeaked beneath us. I though he was trying to drive me through the mattress. Then he grabbed both wrists, put them behind my head and went to town on my pussy."Bounce that ass slut," he said. "Bounce it off of the bed." Oh God..Frank," I moaned loudly."Take my cock!" he demanded.I screamed, "Fuck me!"He kept going, pile driving my body against. Waltz."Can put your hand on my back for balance?" Mrs. Waltz asked."Here?" I asked. I put my hand on the middle of her back."A little lower, I don't want to fall," she said with a smile. I moved my hand down to the small of her back reassuring her. While she was removing the posters I couldn't help but smell her perfume. A sweet fruity scent that I inhaled with every passing. I leaned in closer almost pressing my face into her ass. I leaned back to regroup. After she finished taking down the.