" She says. "What did you buy?" I ask."Oh, a couple of new skirts, some blouses and a few other things." She says, following me into her room. I set t...e bags on the bed and start looking through them."Try them on, mom." I say. "I want to see what you bought." I pull out the skirts and lay them on the bed. Reaching back into the bag, I bring out a package of thong panties. It has three pair in different colors. "Mary thinks I need sexy underwear to feel better about myself." She says, taking the. In several ofthe photos I recognized that it looked like they were taken in my dad'shome office in the basement. I tried to make sense of it but couldn'tfigure it out. But I knew I'd have to check into it more. Maybe my dad isas interested in nylons as I am. My cock was drooling as I thought thisover. Something was going on here that I just couldn't figure out. Butwhatever it was, it was sort of turning me on thinking about it.Anyway, back to my story of wanting to try on nylons. For the past. ” I lay down on the sofa, my head resting on his stomach. My hand went to his cock, which I groped through his shorts, feeling his hardness under the delicate touch of my fingers. “Mmm, I love the feel of your big cock in my hand. “ I told him. His lust rising, he held his hand tightly against my throat, pinning me so I couldn’t move. He pulled and tweaked my nipples with his free hand, causing moans of pleasure and squeals of pain. “Arhh, fuck!” Testing my limits he pulled and squeezed my. The last thing he remembered was Sarah’s eyes flashing with cold triumph as she rode him, pulling his power from him, helpless under the magic of her body squeezing him like a vice, holding him within and finally that chilling yet seductive laughter that echoed even as he collapsed. ‘It wasn’t Sarah, anymore Ada’an. The faemoré are too cruel to be thought of by the name that you identified what they were.’ ‘It was Sarah’s body that held me, my lord. Her hands branded my skin where they touched,.