My mother had two fingers in Katie’s pussy and was sucking on her neck. Just when I was about to fill my Aunt up with the rest of the juices left i... my body, I was surprised to hear my mother’s voice say “Wait Zack stop. She doesn’t deserve this.” “Yes I do. I was so stupid to do what I did. I am so sorry. But your son is filling me up with everything that I was missing. Even though he’s hurting me right now I feel so full and loved by his cock. I want to be his slave. I want him to do. I know; what a filthy hypocrite. Whatever. The point is, it was difficult to reconcile these turn-ons with what I was forcing myself to believe, what my church was shoving (unironically) down my throat.The thing is, I never reached orgasm to the shemale porn. I would wank my heart out to it, turned on beyond reason, then I would pull up a good old-fashioned pussy pick, and I’d cum to that.I went for two months without visiting another escort, all the while exploring this new aspect of my sexual. I finished it off with something Rachel had been too scared to do, a pair of heavy duty nipple clamps tight on her tits. "How's that feel, slut?" I asked, my cock just out of reach of her mouth. I watched as she looked to it, then to me, desperation in her eyes."G-good sir," she said, less of her usual in charge tone coming through, "I didn't know that you would be punishing me like this, master." Well, you'll learn, wont you?" I asked, not expecting an answer as I knelled over her neck and. But she was insistent, so I begrudgingly went along. We were the first couple to arrive and were waiting for the others. They came down the aisle of the busy restaurant single file, as there was no room for them to walk side by side. The woman was in the lead and when she saw my wife, her eyes lit up. My wife jumped up and hugged her friend and introduced her to me.“Jon, this is Eve Le Boeuf and her husband, Fred.” All I could think about was how there was only one Le Boeuf that I wanted to.