I think you’ve met her. Would you like to know her name?Me: Yes, mistress.We walk closer to the girl.Mom: I’m afraid she can’t tell her yourself... but her name is Adriana. Adriana, this is Mr. Holmes.The receptionist mumbles something from behind her ball gag and struggles with her bonds.Mom: Are those restraints too tight, Adriana? She’s nodding her head. I guess she’s fine. Do you like what you see, boy?Me: Yes, mistress.Mom: What do you like specifically? Tell me.Her breasts were looking so. Caroline walked into the living room. It was so dark she could barely see anything. The fire was going, as she'd thought, but she didn't see the kids. Then she caught the glint of firelight on skin and heard a soft sound, like Joan's voice, but without words. Why were they lying in front of the fire? And what were they... "Jesus Christ!" Caroline screamed. "What are you doing?!"Sam and Joan had been too intent on each other to notice her entrance, but at her cry they both looked up in. I couldn't imagine what would happen next. What would my parents think when she told on me? How could I even start to explain? Would they be humiliated to have me as a son? It seemed like my whole world would change on that one foolish moment.She got up and stormed toward the door. She was walking so hard I thought her tits might pop out of her top."Come inside," she said sternly.She went straight through the kitchen and back to her bedroom. I followed sheepishly. I watched Stacy open the. “Oh, and look, my little man is waking up,” she said, as she pulled the hood back from her swelling clit. “I guess he’s here to join the fun, too.” Using just her fingernail, she flicked the nub, sending shudders through her own body. With one hand giving her nipples a firm going over, she continued to play with her pussy with the other; alternating between the entrance to her vagina and her now fully engorged love button. Her pussy was getting so wet that her juices began to drip onto my.