I froze to the spot but my cock keeps pumping out all by its self, thick creamy cum spurting out and forming a gooey mess on my mom’s hairy fanny. M... cock began to soften in my hand and that is me done, hardly a stroke pulled but what a lot of cum I have left.Catching my breath and not wanting to wake mom, I stop where I was, looking at the beautiful sight in front of me. It’s not long before I am hard again, caused with touching her fanny and stocking covered legsAll I want is to feel my cock. Wouldn't budge."Bugger!"This noise elicited a low moan came from the other side of the gloomy room. Hilary twisted her head and squinted hard, her eyes slowly adjusting to the dim light. Chained to the far wall, a young Western woman with shoulder-length blonde hair was struggling weakly against her bonds. Like Hilary she was naked. Unlike Hilary she was more securely restrained, her wrists were chained over her head, her legs spread wide and cuffed at the ankles. From her bedraggled state, it. Some nights his cruel hunger would become extreme and wicked as he would bind my wrist and stretch my arms over my head tying them to the overhead light, cutting my cotton night dress, leaving me naked as he would pull up a chair running the steel finger claws up and down my body, twisting and turning me as he created red works of art on my white skin. The attachment of the cold metal spring clamps to my already stiff nipples while the claws raked over me brought about excruciating bliss. I. Cindy's skirt was white and came to mid thigh. The hem was lace and just barely covered the tops of her stockings. I smiled as I watched Tim and Doug checking my lovely bride out.Cindy whispered it my ear, "Bobby, do you think they like me?"I chuckled and whispered back, "Honey, look at how there staring. I think they love you."Cindy blushed."I bet they would give anything to get into your panties," I addedCindy whispered a reply, "They can't. I'm not wearing any."My mouth dropped open and she.