It turned out that Fiona was one of those women who couldn't keep her legs crossed. Whether Frank knew or he just didn't trust her, I never did find o...t. When we became friends again, neither of us ever brought the subject of Fiona up again.Okay, so you're all itching to find out how I discovered that Fiona was - well, to put it bluntly, a slut. I must tell you that it has very little bearing on this story, other than to give you an insight into my state of mind. Which is very important!To tell. Between the bouts of frequent sex there was the intimacy; the kissing; the touching; the fondling... the intimacy. They were getting closer now; feeling more comfortable together in each other’s company. He turned back again. They were still kissing and Jerry was fondling Ian’s bulge. She spotted him looking at them and pulled her hand away. It was almost as if she felt guilty with her actions but they were short lived. Ian’s hand slipped under her skirt between her legs. Jerry adjusted her. "Suck it. Suck it now." I said now in my horny impatience.As I said it I thrust up my hips slightly causing my cock to separate her lips and slide into her warm mouth. My mother complied. In fact, she seemed more excited then she was earlier when she gave me that glorious blow job.Her tongue action and hard sucking that she was performing on me was driving me wild. The loud slurping noises were so sexy, so erotic that I had to fight off my urge to come. "Take off your robe Mom, I want to see. But my nipples are so sore," I replied."Sissy, you have no idea what sore means..."I stopped, trying to register his response. He could see my confusion."Sissy, I have been paid a lot of money to do a lot of things to you.This will not be a single night's even, but rather an ongoingdemonstration of your submission to your mistress, to me and to theinternet audience who wants to see you perform and suffer." Master hasstood up and walked towards me."Wha-what?" I stammered a stupid question.His.