She was balanced upon her hips, high above the floor and even the seat of the heavy chair, bent in an inverted 'v'.I liked to torment her like this - ...ushing the boundary between what mother verbally voiced and what how her body reacted. I can never get her to admit that she enjoys our sexual relations, at least not without some type of force - yet, she never denied me and always enjoyed everything we do."Your cunt is so wet mom - could you be enjoying what we are doing?" I hate it... I hate. Of course, slaves are designed to feel twice the pleasure of normal women, so the cool sprinkles all over my skin got to be distracting. The shower was a little longer than my usual ones, and when I got out, Michelle was waiting for me in a T-shirt and Jeans. It was probably the least glamorous outfit we owned, but she knew it would look better since I would be in sweat pants for a while at least. I threw them on and we headed out the door with a slave to drive the car and carry packages. It. The thoughts made me touch myself more and more.My hand slid down my body and into my pants. My white thong was already soaked. I couldn’t wait to get my hand in there. I rubbed my clit through my thong, imagining it being his hand and I almost cummed on the spot. He got me so horny and he wasn’t even here. I opened another story to start reading when I tore my shorts off. My hand flung to my thong and I ripped it off roughly. My pussy was going to explode any minute and I wanted to get my. I felt embarrassed but obeyed him, staring at the bulge in his trousers which was growing larger by the second. My pussy was dripping wet. "Turn around and bend over" he commanded, "Spread your arse cheeks for me, I want to see your tight little arsehole." I have to confess I've never been fucked up the arse." I told him."Then you have a lot to learn, lets start with a film" he replied, selecting a disc from his large collection and switching on the TV. I saw a naked woman kneeling on the floor.