‘That little bastard.’ I hear the door begin opened and closed. The security code being re engaged. I look up just as my collared slave enters th... living room.His dark eyes moving to locate me in the room. His young features soften into a dreamy smile. ‘Mistress. I’m back.’ At 24 yeas old thinking with his cock is a fairly regular correction, I use, to train him. His eyes focus on his phone in my hand. His smile dims, and still he is quite pretty. ‘Go put my tampons away and come back.’ He. . But kabhi kehne ka moka hi nahi mila…..Param ik theek thak ladki the dikhne mai simpel but sexy thi us ka figger 32-28-34tha jo har kisi ko atrect karta tha… Uss raat us ke ghar par kush khaas nahi ho paya bas do barr hug kiya or french kiss hoi.. Ab phone par hamari baten shuru ho gayi the… Mai har waqt us ke sath sex karne ki sochne laga.. Ik din us ne kud he bol diya ki jaan ab raha nahi jata kabhi milo to enjoy kare .. Muje or kya chhiye tha .. Maine plain banaya or us ko bol diya yo bhi. ." Shamefully, hornily, the mother then did as her son asked. She raised her knees high over her shoulders, spreading them, completely opening her wet, throbbing, curly-haired pussy hole for the invasion of his cock. Walter grinned, mounting his mother. He fit the spongy tip of his prick between the pouting petals of her very tight cunt. "Man, I've really got a hot load now," he panted. "I was just about to shoot off when you walked in. I'm gonna cum so fucking hard I'll. Amber became the object of my wank fantasies. I even stopped watching porn, which hadn’t happened since I was old enough to get my hands on it. I was obsessing, but couldn’t help myself. Amber was showing me her knickers every day. I thought about them; thought about her as I wanked. I fantasised about her: sometimes her display was one of utter innocence, she was the oblivious schoolgirl to my perverted voyeur; more often it was a deliberate display, and she watched me wank until my cock.