?Come?, he tugged at her leash. Ugh. One of those. Reinforcing every command,secretly unsure of compliance. These were the sort that often usedsubmiss...on as a way to abuse girls, not for mutual pleasure. She felt herstubbornness rising. You may have bought me, she thought, but you might notearn me. Her newfound independence made it all the more shocking whenshe was shoved in the empty back of a cargo van. The wall between her and theonly two seats was almost solid, save for a small window. I wasn't looking to cum, I wanted intimacy with my lover. I could kiss the woman's tits for hours.We hit the bed about ten, and I set my clock for four am. I got up, got him up, and made coffee as he dressed. I pushed him out the door at four-fifteen with a mug of coffee in his hand. I reset the clock and went back to bed. Nollie never moved.Nollie woke me up at six and I brushed my teeth. After a quick trip to the storage room for a new pair of stockings, I dressed and put on my makeup. That. Now he made short pushes in and out working the lubricant and flesh together to inch into me. After some 5 or even ten minutes of complete silence on both our parts he was fully in and I could feel his thighs on my pantied bottom (he hadn't removed my knickers). "Now Jill, how does that feel? Ever had such a big one?" "Honestly, no sir. It's a delight," I lisped breathlessly." He giggled. I heard another can open on the bunk above. He steadied himself."Do you want a sip?" The can waved in . That's what happens when your mother's an anime nut and your father doesn't give a fuck. Mom's name is Miya and Dad's named Isamu.Mom isn't really all that bad looking, really. If my friends aren't lusting after Kikyo, they're wanting to grope my mom's C-cup tits. To be honest, I can't say I blame 'em. If I wasn't her son, I'd probably wanna fondle them too. And, with her kind of long, brown hair, and pretty smooth skin, she looks more old enough to be my older sister than my mother. To make.