She thought about retreating, but the idea of going back through the twisting, dark, cobweb and spider filled tunnels was worse, so Tamara figured she...would wait until the strange figures left and follow them.The cowled figures were gathered inside a circle etched into the stone floor, which looked like it had been there for a while. Egyptian hieroglyphics covered most of the walls and floor of the small chamber, seeming to move in the flickering light.As the figures moved in a circle, they. He really loves it when I give him what we call a Kitten Styleblowjob." She chuckled. "And I'm taking good care of MY money. AndMY property." She wagged a finger at him. "Which you should neverrefer to as YOURS. You don't have a penny to your name, Kitten. Not asingle one. Or anything else. In fact, we packed up your maleclothing and generously gave it to a deserving charity. Wasn't thatthoughtful of us?" My clothing? All of it?" Well, darling, you obviously don't need it. And why. She knew I was there the whole time and she was putting on a show in the way that Clive and I did months earlier.She knew I would love it and she would quite enjoy it along the way.At this point my cock began to convulse and the cum rose to an almighty explosion over the screen. I can't remember cumming so much since I was a teenager and it was dripping down the monitor with Claire and the stud busy fucking in the back ground.Suddenly the whole situation took a turn. I stood horrified as my. I suspected my son wanted to suck my nips. The thought disturbed and excited me in equal measures."I let you see Mommy's titties." I jerked my son faster, squeezing his balls as I did. "I let you see my pussy. Now I want to see your cum, baby. I want to see it."He was rocking slightly in rhythm with my pumping hand. My son was getting close. This was too bizarre. I tried to focus on the fact that it was nothing more than a simple business transaction. Two hundred dollars. Mortgage, electric.