“Besides you have not kissed my finger after I just touched my cock. You just need to do one more things.”I stammered and she grabbed the back of ...y head and pulled me to her breast. “Lick them,” and I did so as she dropped the towel and locked the door. Her nipples were hard and erect, and her breasts were firm and I could tell they were fake. I sucked each nipple and fondled her breasts as she moaned softly. My wife was sitting in the room next to this but at this point it did not seem to. It was about seven or eight feet tall, and about three feet across. Along the length of both vertical beams were steel hooks. Margo seemed to know what to do. I could see that she was afraid, but she dutifully positioned herself within the frame's structure, and waited while Lydia got wrist and ankle restraints from a box near the door. Lydia put the cuffs on Margo, and used lengths of short, stout chain to attach her wrists and ankles to the hooks in the supporting beams. When she was. She just pulled the sheet up to cover his waist and smiled.Moving up to kiss him on the cheek, Jason could feel her hot breath on his face. It smelled of booze and cigarettes. While she never smoked at home, Jason knew she smoked when they went to the bars.Jason momentarily tensed up as she snuggled up into him. That hot breath could now be felt on his neck. Her hand was on his chest. Her knee was draped over one of his legs, a few inches below his now rock-hard cock. ‘Please God. Don’t let my. .Like for instance, the story about the woman whose son climbed into bed with her after her husband moved out. And ever since that night, (which they both enjoyed immensely), he's been sleeping with his gorgeous, sexy mom and fucking the shit out of her regularly.Yeah... sure!!Then there was the story about the guy who claimed that every night, after his parents fell asleep, he tiptoed into his little sister's bedroom and they spent most of the night happily screwing. And then, to top it all.