"They're probably at Maenads," Reddick told her. "They go there a lot.Maybe we can meet them, do some dancing." Sure," Osterman said, trying to keep f...om frowning. Dancing always made her a little nervous. She liked the activity, she just knew she'd never be as good at it as she wanted to be thanks to her lanky frame. Oh well, it'll still be fun, Osterman told herself. You don't have to be great at dancing to enjoy it. "See you in a few minutes." See you." Reddick went into the bedroom,. "Mmmm! It's wet and sticky already, just the way I like it. Tiger is such a good boy. Such a big, good, smart, understanding, and terribly cum-filled boy. Mommy's so proud of her sex-stud son. What do you think? Is Angel right? Does my outfit scream 'I live to suck my son's fat knob?' Because if it does, maybe I should do just that." Yes! Yes!" he groaned. "Please! Please!" Normally, he tried to retain control of sexual situations, or at least the appearance of control. He'd noticed women found. ” I unfastened my belt buckle and unzipped my trousers. I pulled out my ten inch stiff cock. Janice’s eyes grew huge upon seeing the size of my cock. “Oh. My. Gawd,” she exclaimed, her hands covering her mouth in surprise. “Can I touch it?” “Sure,” I responded, pointing my cock in her direction. Janice sat up and reached out, placing her manicured fingers around my cock. Pre-cum leaked from the tip. She used a finger and her thumb to roll the pre-cum around the head. She sat forward on the. I guessed there would be no playtime. We weren't financially desperate, but we did need another income.The woven wrist restraints waited menacingly on the fresh bedsheets where I had left them minutes after reading my rejection letter. Her face flickered when she saw them and gestured towards me. She didn't have to say anything, I knew my place. I knew what to do. It didn't take long for me to discard the safety of my navy cotton tracksuit bottoms and scarlet Arsenal T-Shirt, and her eyes.