It’s the kind of thing I enjoy as a way to mix our own debaucheries in an elegant setting, a kind of ying and yang that would set the tone for our r...lationship as we moved forward, if the chemistry was right and that was where we decided to go.We had been upfront and honest with each other. She enjoyed being a smart submissive who enjoyed the back and forth of a healthy power exchange while I enjoyed directing how our powerplay would actually play out. And yes, I enjoyed being the dominant hand. Helen looked at them all in sequence, they were smiling and she noted the husband touch his penis, 'Do you like his cock', his mother exclaimed, continuing with, 'Its time he had a woman'.Suddenly Helen realized their intentions, how much had they seen, she was trapped, and as the realization sunk home, the husband was pinning her down, while the son was opening her legs.The mother reached in and fingered Helen's pussy, 'She's wet and ready', she exclaimed, 'Fuck her son' and the boy lay down. Helen Downey’s grip on the table tightened and a tear began to form in her left eye. Ms. Storey raised the cane once more and waited a few moments before sending it hurtling towards the bottom lying there, waiting.“Thwack!” Jasmine levelled the punishment up by landing the cane across Helen’s left buttock.Ms. Storey paused and leaned in close to inspect the bottom lying in front of her. Her cane had bitten deeply into the younger woman’s bottom and she had three neat red lines laid out on her. Maybe he is well-endowed. You would like that wouldn’t you?”“That would be hot. I like your pictures of you stroking a big cock.”“And then when we returned, my sweater would still be unbuttoned and my hair a little messed up. You could tell what I had been doing.”“Wow! That is a good fantasy.”She pulled her husband up and positioned his cock at her pussy. He sank to his full six-inch length with no resistance.She moaned as Chris fucked her. She kissed her husband and told him, “It doesn’t have.