“Hi mom what’s up?” “Nothing hon.” “Just watching a stupid game show, hungry?” “Yeah I’m going to get some cookies go to my room to ...ork on the project”, he said with a smile. He headed to his room with thoughts of total humiliation if this failed and she knew about it, but his dick was already semi hard at the thought it could work.At around three forty-five he left his room to put the plan into action. From the top of the stairs he called “Mom do you still have that big silver pendant grandma. The remains from the fire could have been there almost any length of time. Could be Patrick's. Could belong to someone here and gone long before Patrick set foot on the canyon rim. Lou was no tracker. But the way the coals lay broken up and spread apart said someone stomped the fire out with a great deal more force than necessary. And the chances were good that the campfire was Patrick's. Weren't a whole lot of travelers moving around in this desolate territory. And what Lou did know of. I really want that treatment with my legs wrapped around them next time. OK, back to the event.I'm a little exhausted in the Stocks with the remains of Cal & John oozing out of my well serviced bottom. They release me and bind my and in front. Mare hooks me to the strap while the girls attach a spreader bar to my ankles. My arms are hoisted and they attach a belted vibrator over my clit. Mare starts to apply the whip. Only this time I am getting it much harder than she had given the. ” “Do you imagine me fucking you?” he said. “Sometimes. Sometimes I imagine you fucking my mouth, and then bending me over the back of a chair and fucking me from behind. I imagine you holding my hips and slamming your hard cock into me. I imagine you fucking me so hard that my feet come up off the floor.” “Do you come when you’re thinking about that?” he said. “Yes,” she said. “Usually I come two or three times. I come thinking about you fucking me hard and telling me that if I don’t come,.