I heard him moan, then shift to sink himself deep inside me. He felt so good inside me. As he moved, heat built between us. In a moment of intensity,...I moaned, “Leo!” (I am inserting an editorial note here. I didn’t at this point know who it was. I just happen to call for Leo because he is the one I most fantasize about. My husband is used to me calling out random guys names during sex.) The man between my legs paused for a second and then kept going, harder and faster. My calling for Leo. He pulls his cock out of my mouth and I gasp for breath, he reaches down and hooks the chain attached to my nipple clamps over his cock, ?Open your mouth and keep it open, keep your tongue out? he orders as he slides his cock back into my mouth and starts ramming it in and out, I start choking each time it hits the back of my throat but can’t pull away – the chain keeps me tethered to him. He is near to coming so he thrusts faster, I can’t breathe as his cock rams harder and harder into the. Susan and I took them out for a meal on the Friday night, and between us we got through several bottles of wine, needless to say Susan was getting very drunk and so was my son who has never been able to drink much. We had a superb meal and we were soon in a taxi on the way home.Once we got home I opened another bottle of wine which we soon managed to get through, another bottle swiftly followed and my so suddenly decided that he didn’t feel very well and rushed out to the toilet where he was. My right hand was underneath me, somewhat twisted out of shape, but my leg had really borne the brunt of the fall. The ankle was at a right angle with my leg, and I feared it would be more than a simple fracture."Oh God!" exclaimed my daughter when she saw me. I was still staring at the ceiling at that time, and it was only when she touched me that I turned to look at her. The dirty lecher that I was, the first thing I noticed was the way her wet breasts clung to the semi-transparent t-shirt.