I could not resist what she wanted to do because it sounded so exciting to me. I asked her where we should do it. My mother said to stay in the reclin...r and she walked over to where I was sitting. She told me to just relax and she would do everything for me.She reached for the top button of my shorts, unbuttoned it, moved my zipper all the way down, reached for the waistline of my shorts and pulled them off. I had worn boxer shorts that day and she could already see that my cock was sticking. Zhuravlyov laughed.“You are not Orthodox, are you?”“No, or I would not insult a subdeacon in public in that way.”Mr. Zhuravlyov chuckled, “For now, he’s a glorified acolyte! If his grandfather has his way, THEN he will be something.”“And to think, I could have stayed home and received this kind of abuse from my own family!” I grinned.“I would ask if you are dating,” Mrs. Zhuravlyova said, “but you are promised to Natalya Vasilyevna, are you not?”“That is the opinion of Mrs. Orlova! Tasha and I. Keep going Hon, come inside Mummy. Fill me up. Yes, oh yes! I love the feel of you coming inside me! Oh god yes, keeping fucking me. Fuck me Sweetheart!" She twisted her hips, milking me of every drop. She kept thrusting her hips back at me, harder and harder. I sensed that she was going to come too. I took hold of her erect nipples and pinched, tugging at her breasts, stretching them taut. She squealed with pleasure and pain, then released her own raging orgasm. I felt the trembling waves wash. It was an easy matter to slip the band (doubled) round her wrist or ankle, pass one end through the other and draw tight, then snap the free end into the swivel hook. No amount of plunging or struggling would loosen this attachment, and the softness of the silk prevented Leah's delicate flesh from being rubbed or even marked.------------------Now FurtherDuring the ten minutes grace that I mentally allowed Leah in which to recover from the violence of her struggles, I quietly studied her as she.