I had been home from college for a couple days, and that meant I could have a relaxing day. I had read my work schedule wrong and I wasn't supposed to...work that day. 'Fine by me,' I thought as I u-turned for home. As I walked in the kitchen, I saw a commotion outside the kitchen window. In the distance, I saw my mom and our Mexican gardener, Luis. Luis was a tall, rugged looking man. At least 6'4'' with a husky build. Mom, on the other hand, at age 44 was still a looker.Upon closer examination. His hair was short dark, his jaw was square and his mind was filthy. She then felt the shock of two hands grab her hips. She jumpedThen she heard his deep voice “don’t turn around keep your head down just like you promised”“Yes Sir” she replied.“You still promise to obey me no matter what”“Yes sir” she could feel her pussy get wetter every time he spoke.She then felt his cock press against her pussy lips and easily slide into her. It felt good to feel a different cock in her. She’d wanted to. Patrick, still completely naked and seemingly unaware of it, leant over Kerry for a final kiss before he stepped back into his photographer role. He arranged her on the bed, one leg straight, the other bent at the knee, and put a cushion under her head for comfort. Then he took the liquid chocolate that he had pre-warmed and poured it artistically over her stomach and groin and placed the chilli over it, pointing it decadently to her groin, its phallic symbolism clear but not crude. Patrick. . the bar, then the party, then the club, then the late night club...I lifted my hand to my head, but it only got half way there, tugged back by my other hand. I lifted them up to see what was happening, then realised what I had done.I'm an occasional self-bondage enthusiast, and sometimes fantasize about being locked into chains. I have all the gear, but don't often use it. Just occasionally, when I'm feeling quite adventurous, I'll put on a pair of handcuffs or leg cuffs before I go to.