His masculinity, his confidence, commanding attitude. I didn't even know his name. Once I was finished with the leather I began working on the laces."...kay Fag. Now let's see what you've really got." He grabbed my hair and pulled me upright. I was on my knees staring up into his eyes as he unzipped his pants. I wasn't scared. I wasn't terrified. A bit nervous perhaps but mostly I was in a state of submissive lust. If my hands weren't cuffed I probably would have reached in and grabbed his cock.. "See you downstairs Michele; I haven't finished with you yet," he grinned and left the room.Ron came back and kissed and cuddled Michele for a few minutes explaining that he had to leave theparty but would like to meet her again, maybe for a one on one private session. Michele said shewould see and they swapped email addresses.Michele kicked off her come-soaked panties and walked down to the bathroom. She closed the door;cleaned herself up and re-lubricated herself. She went back to the bedroom. I have work tomorrow and you have school. I'm going to turn off the light so it's time for you to leave."Mom switched out the light and the bedroom was plunged into darkness. I guess she expected me to leave then. Fat chance of that. I took off my jeans and shirt and prepared to get into her bed. What the heck I thought and took off my briefs too. I was bare-assed naked crawling into my mom's bed."Don't even think about it, mister," Mom hissed as I climbed onto the bed. I ignored her, of. Phir bhi agar tu nahi chati to main kuch nahi karuga. Than I release her. After release her I take a side and saw in her eyes. Then she makes a hard hug to me and wipe on my shoulder. I ask her “kaya baat hai, mere se paresan to nahi” taking her face in my hand.She then said that “mere pati muz par sak karta hai, kyoki who bhi janta hai ki uska loda kafi chota hai, aur main pyasi rahti hu.” She said another thing that “mere pati ne muzey peta aur jaan se marne ki dhmki de hai, kahta hai ki mere.