Helen turned her head to look at her son as his hands gently squeezed. The look in her eyes was like nothing Mark had ever seen before. His wide and h...ppy grin slowly dropped as he realized that his mother was laughing and wasn't mad... she looked at him with a dawning realization that her little boy was not a boy any longer. She knew it and suddenly he knew it too. He felt himself getting hard and his actions were no longer innocent playfulness."Huh, what? Oh, yes. I'm still here, what did you. They undid my binding and then Kathi handed me a black backpack purse and the other lady handed me a brown lunch bag. I took them both and Kathi ushered me out the door.Kathi walked me about four blocks through the busy city streets until we came to a little house that was the storefront of a 'Live Model' lingerie store. My curiosity was trying to decide whether I was to try on stuff, or if I was to be a 'live model'. I wouldn't mind modeling except that places that advertise live models. Your other grips mine in a sudden fury, leading it between your parted legs. Fingers dip in between slippery velvet folds to the hilt, to the wet fiery core, thumb massaging your throbbing bud as I pump within you. It was the combination of everything, really, that led to me to the inevitable explosion. This achingly slow build up where my hand was really just the conductor to your delicious symphony. Your voice, the conductor of this ecstasy. So calm, yet full of an unmistakable authority you. Once again my cock pulsed at this sight. As I kissed her stomach she started to remove her blouse. The closer I got to her dripping pussy the more I could smell her. The more I could smell her the more I wanted to taste her. As I kissed the top of her pubic hair I pulled her thong down past her knees to the floor. Now I could get to the honey pot I so needed to taste. She had now removed her blouse and her nipples were standing proud from her tits. I reached up with one hand and took a nipple.