The down stairs is all quiet but i here voices from upstairs so i crept slowly onto the landingthe door to our room was open a fraction to i peered th...ugh and O MY FUCKING GOD...there sat at the base of the bed was liz with nothing on and her head was back on the sheets with my wife on all fourswith that liz was sucking on debs pussy for all its worth shocked to see but not angry my wife then drops her head into the pillow and with her hands holds her ass cheeks wide openexposing her pussy in. Her fire-red hair waved over Her shoulders with every step.The naked slavegirl, a charming 17 years old Italian named Vanessa, was awfully imprisoned in a so-called fuck-cradle.In upright, kneeling position, her arms were at the shoulders,her wide spread legs at the knees trapped in a pillory-like wooden device behind her.Being hold 30 inches above the cold floor, her eyes at the same level as the Grand Mistress? ones, Vanessa was forced to endure her whole body weight on her shins resting on. “Hurry up, Mom! I really have to go!” It was my son, Nick. I didn’t want to get out of the shower yet, so I just did what I always did in these situations. “I’m gonna be a while, Nick… just come in and go to the bathroom quickly.”The door opened when I was only halfway through this statement and I heard him sigh as he finally relieved himself. My level of arousal was such that I suddenly had an overwhelming desire to see cock, any cock, and so I peaked around the shower curtain to look at what. She believes that he would end his relationship, the plans for marriage, everything for her. But she can’t fall in love with a man. George would never go for something like that, so why should she? This is a reset for her, a chance for a family. But family doesn’t have to mean husband and kids. It can mean a wife and adopted kids. But regardless of these thoughts, this is Steven after all. There is something about the man that makes her melt. And now she is reduced to whispering. Somehow a.