She devoured me, desperate to drink all my fluids. Her hands gripped my ass, her fingernails biting into the soft flesh as her lips worked up and down...on my lip. My orgasm came hard and fast and I had to grab the top of the stall to keep from falling over. “Wow,” Avialle breathed, licking her lips. “That was amazing.” “You're such a pee slut,” I said fondly. “Give me your phone.” She handed me her phone and sent my own phone a text message from the pee slut. “In case I ever need to piss in. She was jabbing three fingers deep inside her cunt and moaning loudly. I almost came when I pictured her having an orgasm.You're a sick fuck, I thought.But am I? Or was what Vicky said true. Did boys really want their moms?Mom shook me out of my thoughts later when she walked into the house and asked if I wanted to go out with her and Vicky."Out?" I said."Yes. She's been pestering me to go clubbing with her, and I would feel better if you came along. I think if we go once with her, she'll let. “We call the lower level our play dungeon, and tonight, it will be in full swing,” he said proudly. “I would like to make you an offer,” he smiled at David.“Um, what kind of offer, sir?” he asked.“I’d like to make you my special guest since you’ve embraced your gay desires,” he said. “But I have some conditions,” he added.“Conditions?” David asked raising an eyebrow.“Yes, for tonight, you will do what I say, whatever I tell you to do, you will comply, much like my sissy pet here, she is going. As one man pushed her backward, a black man spanked her knocking the thick, square-shaped glasses off her face. Her assailants' instantly went out of focus.A voice said, "Hey look at the pearl necklace on the bitch. It looks real!" She had no idea what the voice said but felt her pearl necklace ripped from her delicate neck. Her pearl earrings were pulled off next. Luckily she didn't have pierced ears.Again the voice, "They're real. This will sell for a fortune!" Again Mrs. had no idea what.