You don't, do you?"Jack finished chewing and said to Rudolfo, "Don't let them get to you. They just do it to get attention." Rudolfo nodded but I coul... tell he wasn't completely comfortable.Jack looked at Mary. "Has Charlie called yet?" No. I've been listening for the phone." Maybe he forgot." Jack! Knock that stuff off." Yes, Mom."The phone started to ring before Mary had a chance to voice her complaints. She was on her feet halfway to the kitchen before the first ring finished. She had the. Her eyes shot wide open even though she could not see as she felt another cock press against her wet pussy. “No,” she tried to say but couldn’t with her master’s cock now deep down her throat. Now she heard the clatter of heels against the hardwood floor. Oh shit, Becky thought, his wife is home. Becky again tried to get out of her restraints. Her master held her head tightly and whispered, “It will be okay.” The steady sounds of the heels were getting closer as she felt the mystery cock rub. I thought it was going to hurt as savage as it was, but hell no: it didn’t.She took me into her mouth and I felt the most glorious sensation over my dick. It was like being born again, her tongue playing with my cock as her nails engraved my buttocks. I didn’t fought it, I just let it happen and abandon myself to the pleasure. My boner went bigger and bigger, until neither of us could hold it anymore and I went again searching for her paradise.But this time, it was neither my tongue nor my. All the next day I was anxious about what was going to happen. I knew that Alan knew Master and had to report how I behaved. I also knew what kind of behaviour I was going to have to display. It was going to be humiliating for me. I hoped the salon was quiet.I drove to where I knew the salon to be and parked on the car-park. I made my way around the front and pushed the door open. It was a typical ladies salon that did hair, nails and other beauty treatments. There were a few ladies sat around.