We both got out of bed and I went to my room and we brushed and washed and showered elaborately. When I came to the kitchen, I saw mom was fresh as a ...aisy, she had shampooed her hair and fragrant. She was wearing a white cotton saree with crimson flower patterns, and a crimson blouse. She was wearing light gold jewellery, in addition to her mangalsutra on a gold chain around her neck. Her saree was worn slightly low hip so that it just hid her navel. She looked like an angel and knowing that. Links that may or may not be there. Relationships that may or may not exist.I was anxious to ... do something. Almost anything. I needed to be out there ... somewhere, doing something.Matt and Daddy, two men I admire, urged caution. Patience. Mature stuff like that.Gun sales, at least the kind that Hoffstatter did, were pretty much a wholesale operation. The big guys — arms merchants — sold to entire countries. Or warring factions in countries. They sold everything from fighter jets to tanks to. It feels so good." This is the way we've been doing it, every time I've masturbated for you." Oh, Heather. I've had you so many times. So many ways."Heather took the same position I had taken, holding herself up with her arms. Then she began thrusting her body back, slamming my cock up inside her. I lifted my hips, matching Heather's thrusts, pounding my daughter's pussy while she rubbed her tits on my chest."Yes," she exhaled, thrusting hard on me. "Yes," with a hard thrust. "Yes," after. It was anemergency and it was important to me. I would give it one more try withStephanie.As I turned to her she was smiling broadly. Obviously she knew thatIlona would not be back for two more days."Okay, new deal. The whipping's back on the table. Or rather you are onthe table." She paused, waiting for me to speak.I sank back into myself. I should just walk and go to Ilona's in threedays. Three more damn days of caged frustrated chastity. If I stay andlisten to her "new deal" it will be an.