”“You've got to promise.”“You don't trust me to be keep secrets? After all the things we've done? Imagine what would happen if I started talki...g and someone told your husband?”“It's even more secret than that. So promise. And promise not to be shocked.”“Okay, I promise.”“Say it properly. Say you promise not to tell or be shocked.”“Okay, I promise not to tell or be shocked.” Ben was starting to get more interested. His mother had always been just that to him. But maybe this would be another side. . testicles pulled up tight to his shaft.... his hot, sexy body full of hot sperm, waiting for me to suck it out of him. So fuckin' many things I want to do to him, don't know what I want to do first. I begin massaging his prick fuckin' tease pretty thighs. God, I swear I could blow a nut humping his sexy legs. Up and down, slowly... moving ever so much closer to his balls with each stroke.... his cock, twitching with anticipation.... not yet.... my hands move pass his cock to his tummy. My. Marshall's life wasspiraling out of control. He didn't want to have to look and act andsound this way, but Hanna had become increasingly controlling, instages, until now it was easy for her to take it to this next level.There was a long moment of elevated tension before she spoke again."How would you like to touch what I'm wearing, Missay? It's so softand silky, and warmed by my body. Would you like to put your hands onit?" When he nodded dumbly she went on, "Well, you can. Let's startyou. From the moment my skirt covered him until he was finally immobilised, Simon hadn’t resisted or objected at all. He had sat still and let us do whatever we wanted. Amy and Esther ran out as soon as I had gagged Simon. I lowered the shawl. ‘What now, Ellen?’ Simon asked quietly. ‘I want to talk to you, Simon, uninterrupted and safely, about your brother Albert.’ ‘You can. You three have made sure that Ellen is safe from me. What do you want to say?’ ‘Albert was…’ ‘a bastard?’ Simon’s word.