I have brought several men over to examine you and they walk around wiht cocks hanging out and you don't even know if you're going to be fucked or not... you just watch them helpless as they get hard. i notice that you are starting to get wet, your puss shining. i ask you "are you wetting yourself?" you nod apologetically bc you didn't have permission for it. i stand over you and wipe your open puss. you cry out in pain and for that i whip your puss again. but its no use you just keep getting. Every time I would slam into her, she would meet my thrust with her own. We were like a finely tuned engine with our strokes getting harder, faster, and deeper as I felt my sperm begin to boil deep in my balls I said to her, " Oh Meredith, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" to which she replied "Oh yes David, Cum for me, cum in that pussy! Finally, I couldn't hold back any longer, I slammed my cock as far up inside of her as I could, holding it there and digging my toes in the mattress to try to. .) As i described in my first story..my mom had made a real slave out of me….To me,Sex meant enjoying fully with every practice..but what she was interested were different things..She really loved dominating me and getting pleasure out of that..The story really changed when we had to move to America..She had got her job shifted ..So she herself suggested that her and me should move away..I knew this meant ultimate death for me but i was helpless.Mom changed in many ways more than i expected. I realized she was right next to me, somewhere. But there was no connection, so how was I to predict what she would do? I felt my heart start to quicken and fear began to creep up on me, until I heard the heavy breath of my men across the room. “Relax.” I told myself. “They are still here. You’re safe.”As I relaxed I could begin to feel where her eyes were upon me. I felt the burn of a stare across my already hard breasts as my skin prickled. Her fingers were so softly, like butterfly wings,.