Sara went to the edge of the bed, raised her hand and commenced a beating that would have shocked even graduates of old, traditional English schools. ...ormally a quiet slave–Yvoine had always prided herself on her poise and grace–but she found it difficult not to cry out at Sara’s cruel treatment. It wasn’t just because of the pain, the pain was temporary and merely physical. It was because she had fallen in love with her mistress, the kind of love only two women can share. The psychic trauma of. He came over and inspected the sheets. Cum covered them and it dry crusted on me.”“He just stood there shaking with hurt and anger. Then he said I’m glad I found out what a slut you really are before I married you! He left after that. He wouldn’t take my calls or my texts. I came over to his place but he wouldn’t answer the door. Before he changed his number, he texted me saying I hope it was worth it! I cried all the time after that. I was depressed for so long.” Diane wiped at tears she. But something crossed my mind. It wasn't yet clear. Maybe it had to do with my part in last night's threesome; but what? I decided I have all day to figure that out, but my bladder needed immediate attention.After relieving myself and washing, I joined Jenny in the kitchen. She was humming and smiling to herself when I entered."Grab some coffee. Breakfast will be ready in a jiffy." You certainly seem chipper this morning," I observed.Jenny just smiled even more broadly and put a plate of. I will obey my mother like a good son," Karl gladly accepted Vicki's hands as they washed him. It was the preparation for her oral services to her son. It was a truly bonding moment for both of them, not only as mother and son, but as lovers."You're not a good son, my boy. You're a great son. I love you more than you know. Now, bend over and let me show you how much," Vicki told him, after making sure his butt-crack was squeaky clean.When Karl complied, he felt his mother's breath between his.