The more I look into your beautiful brown eyes, the deeper I fall into the abyss, in such desperate need of you right here and right now. Sensing my a...imalistic desire, you edge ever closer to my burning core and as if drawn to me by force, you hook your thumb under my thong and slip it to the side. The combination of your strong fingers delving into me with the rhythmic circling of your tongue on my sweet spot send me into a trance. My head is spinning with pleasure overload and each time you. After he positioned the phone to point the camera lens right at them, he turned his attention back to my mom. She was really getting into it by now."Oh, mmm, mmm, mmm, ohhh, Sean, we, have, to, be, quiet," she said between thrusts. Just as it seemed as if they were both going to cum, he stopped thrusting into her and sat up. She finally opened her eyes and looked up at him like a puppy dog."What's wrong?" she asked as she tried to pull him back down on top of her. Instead, he pulled her. I run the rope through the ring at the top of the anal hook and pull until her head is lifted slightly by her hair. The anal hook is pulled tight so I tie the rope off and leave her with the hook in her ass tied to her hair, ball gag in her mouth, vibrator on her pussy. Time to make breakfast I say as I walk out the door. I am in no hurry to make breakfast as I can hear the vibrator doing its thing as she moans and groans with every little pull of her hair from the tug of the anal hook in her. “Do you really care for me,” she said. “No, I just want to fuck you,” I said nervously. Her good eye filled with amusement, the other remained disturbingly dead. “There is something appealing about you,” she said. “My mother used to say the same thing,” I said with a smile. “What’s your name?” she asked. “Peter.” “I am Nicole. I was named after a famous actress who died in 2068 at the age of 101.” “Cute name!” “Do you want to know what happened to me?” she asked. “Yes,” I replied.