“Wake up, cunt!”As if dredged up from a grave, it rose into full consciousness, bereft of self and yet light of spirit, nothing existing e...cept the pressure of the bladder and the need to follow Master Karl out of the car, and obey Master Karl who wore a leather jacket and construction boots that he, slave Enzo, bitch and pig and dog and cunt, loved to lick. He had first licked the student Karl’s boots in his own office a year ago. Yanked by the chain attached to the dog’s neck, it. Ten minutes later she tells me to get my video camera as she lines him up with her wet dripping pussy.ever so slowly he enters her putting a inch in then two then backing out and going a little deeper each time .finally about twenty minutes later he is balls deep holding it all the way in deeply kissing and caresing her.this also went on for about ten minutes then rich takes control and starts the old in and out routine slowly increasing it til hes doing the full length in and out as she. "It looked so hard and the head of it so big."Did I just hear right? Did my mother say she wanted to watch me jerk off? That she was thinking about me, like I was her? Is this really happening? My heart was pounding, my head was spinning and I was lusting after my mother. I said, "ok, sure, you can watch." She said, "maybe this will help." She unbuttoned her blouse, reached around her back, and pulled off her bra. I could not get enough. My eyes widened. Her breast were nicer than I ever. One ankle crossed in front of the other, casually leaning on the rail with martini in hand (though probably stirred), by the look of his (unmoving, even in this wind) salt and pepper hair, and he appeared to be about fifty — and I don’t know why but he looked filthy rich. Maybe it was the diamond-encrusted gold Rolex that gave him away. Anyway, he was looking at me. ‘Sorry,’ I said over the wind. ‘What was that?’ ‘Quite a blow tonight,’ the man said. ‘I’ve heard that rumor. Yes.’ ‘We’re having.