*Fancy a wee game hen eh?* Thats what he says when you open the door. He seems to have this belief (quite fanatical in its intensity) that playing ch...ss is going to solve everyones problems. Its pitiful really when you think about it. Not one bastardll give the man a game of chess. What sort of a life is it when you cant even find some bugger to play a stupid game with you? Its all he has to live for really. No job (hes a retired railway worker). No family (not that Ive heard of anyways). No. A soft, gurgling murmur escaped from her lips as the tip of his tongue tickled across the jutting rosebud of flesh. "Mark...No...it's wrong..." she murmured out, but he could hear the conflict in her quavering voice as her fingers dug down into his hair, pushing, forcing his mouth down onto her clit. "Touch me there..."Mark's cock was already hard and ripe again, menacingly jutting out as he lazily flicked his tongue back and forth across his mother's clit. Finally, as his mother began to. “My workmate Peter gave it to me for my birthday, it's a friendship ring”, she replied! She also told her that he was a sweet heart, all the females young, old, married or single swooned over him. “Your face lit up like they aren't the only ones”, Betty grinned. Joan told her that he was definitely a catch and he was interested in her but he was too young. Betty snickered “old enough to work is old enough”, Joan laughed “my youngest is older than him, he's not 20 and I'm 38”. Betty grinned,. “On your back sissy girl” I order.Then I again bind your balls tight and tie the two ends of the cord to each of the corners at the foot of the bed. I then take each hand and tie those to the two top corners of the bed. Your are spread eagled with the plug still gently vibrating in your ass and your balls stretched tight. I raise your head on a pillow so that you can see what happens next. I produce my favourite toy, a twelve inch ribbed sounder rod that is 8mm diameter.Taking hold of your.