I had never done anything like this before. But being a voyeur was…exciting…sexy…I was horny as hell. I stared on, daring myself to be caught. H...r hands tangled in his hair while she threw her head back in ecstasy, her breathing ragged. Slowly, she found his zipper and I could tell when she had his dick in her hands because he released a guttural, primal groan. She stroked him the best she could as his hand slid under her skirt. I could only imagine the pleasure he gave with that hand. His. His morning wood was pressing into my thigh. No, I'm not naïve enough to believe my presence caused it, but I knew I could make it mine if I chose.The last thing I remembered was lying in his arms with my hands between my legs, whimpering because it felt like he fried my brain and I'd never be able to walk again. He had just pulled the comforter over me. Somehow we both got under the covers. I had no illusions that I'd had anything to do with that.You know how you instinctively hop on one foot. You stay for a few minutes and then you can sneak out." Deal," I said and trusted into her a few more times before moving away.Carmen did a quick rinse before throwing on some clothes. I admiring her curves, her tremendous legs, and those ever so perky tits. After some time I put on my own clothes and made an appearance in the kitchen. Tony greeted me, and was oblivious to, what had just transpired in his parents bathroom."Could you take my mother home from school today. I have to borrow her. I like them but one day when I start reading a female domination story and I was purely impress from it and it created a spell around me and now from which to come out for me is impossible for me because I wanted it. In those stories, a male slave is tortured and humiliated very badly by a mistress and her friends. The slave was forced to do all humiliating things, which destroy its self-respect, by every act.In addition, I am highly aroused by reading that thing and then I continue to read.