She started to sweat profusely. Her legs felt weak. She thought she might pass out. She realized her fingers were massaging her soaking wet pussy. You...sick bitch, she thought to herself. You are getting aroused thinking about your son fucking you. But I was drunk, she thought. John and I had drunk way too much while waiting for the plane. She smiled as she remembered their whispered decision to join the five-mile -high club.Jamie, you are lying to yourself! You knew the cock was bigger than any. ” Her daughter came closer to me and giving me a kiss said,” From now onwards you are my boyfriend. You have to satisfy me and my mom sexually and economically. We will get married soon.”. She even started removing her clothes. Before things could turn even bad, I dressed up and ran away from that place.I quickly returned home. My mom asked me where had I been. I did not know what to reply. But my maid helped me out. She said, “ Bhabhiji, He had came to my place to play with my neighbor’s. She could only think of him, wanting to please him, wanting him to not be angry with her. “Please, sir, number twelve.” “Good girl.” Another molten stripe, again low, where her ass met her thighs. She cried out, her body shuddering. His hand caressed her ass, then cupped one cheek, squeezing it. Through the tears, she gasped, his hand impossibly cold. After moving around the chair, he sat once again in front of her, the wicked cane next to him. He kissed the tears from her face, then kissed. But to try to prolong an orgasm when I wanted one so badly - another story. Master did not give in, as usual, and kept the toy on my clit, as far away from my needy hole as possible. I could feel my insides pulsing, craving something to be shoved deep inside me, hitting my cervix, making me cry out in both pain and pleasure. But as usual, it did not happen. I groaned, growled really, as my frustration started to build up. Master must have sensed this, because he placed yet another vibrator on.