Maine unka picha kiya aur maine jo dekha wo maine soochahi nehintha.Ek sunsan jagah par raghav janvi ko bilkul nanga karke uske vagina ko chod raha th....Janvi dard se chila rahi thi lekin maje bhi lerahi thi.Raghav janvi ko maje lekar uske sath bahut kuch kar raha tha.Main samajh gaya ki bo dono bahut age bad chuke hain apne relation mein to isliye main janvi ko nehin pa sakta hun.Maine usdin janvi ko nanga dekh kar madhosh sa hogaya.Sex ke bad janvi aghav ki penis chusne lagi itne main raghav. As Mom played, I gathered the dress in my hands carefully so she wouldn't feel me doing it. After a quick glance toward the living room, I cautiously raised the dress. I could see the waistband of Mom's panties, just barely, running across the pillow. They must have been small ones because that's as far up as they came. Mom's crack was barely visible, squished between the pulpy flesh of her upper cheeks.I leaned forward to lay my head on Mom's back again. Could I get my hands under her dress?. “It never should work like that.”“No.” I leaned in closer, resting my head against his upper arm. “Next time, I'll take precautions so you won't hurt anyone.”“There won't be a next time.”“There will be.” I stroked his arm. “You need this. Tell me you don't want to live without the fear. I understand, Thrak. I really do.” For several days, I was terrified of my own magic, of accidentally killing someone I cared for. At least I could control my power. Thrak couldn't. His fears were justified.“And. Ilsa helped pulled the dress up over my body. Ifelt the leather slide over my skin, making me horny. I slide my arms inthe shoulder straps as Ilsa zipped the back of the dress. Ilsa walked infront of me and tighten the straps, forcing my waist to go down from asize 42 to 38. The tightening caused me to start take shallow breaths.Ilsa picks up a pair of leather gloves and ordered me put my hands out.Leather Mistress smiles as she smoked her cigarette as I was beingtransformed into her version of.