Never before had she been fucked by such a big cock and verbally abused like the previous night.Then the text he had sent her that morning calling her...the filthiest names and telling her what he would expect tonight, the final instructions came late afternoon and she had rushed round preparing everything.She stood at the top of the stairs long pink flowing wig, a pink collar with metal spikes adorned her neck, pink nipple pasties, her nipples trying to push through with excitement and thigh. Will you please tell me why your boxers are so tight?Ayan: You are irritating me, Mom. Stop asking why. You already know!Mona: I am the one who is getting pissed off. Why can’t you just tell me what it is, instead of trying to evade my question?Ayan: Stop messing with me mom. Please!Mona: I don’t get it, Ayan. Why do you have to act so weird all the time? I can guess it is something very silly. But, why can’t you just tell me?Ayan: It is indeed something very silly, Mom. Just leave it, please.. As we danced, I slid my hand inside the waistband of his jeans to feel his hard prick. I began rubbing the head of his cock and pisshole while my thumb, feeling precum and hearing him moan lowly into my neck. This continued until the end of the song, when I pulled my hand out of his jeans. I looked around and saw a few guys watching us, but apparently we'd been discreet enough to not make our actions noticeable to everyone in the bar. I kissed him deeply, making sure our newfound audience. She lay on the ground, a crumpled dirty heap, unconscious. A bellow of rage fell from his lips as he rushed toward her, picking her up gently. She sighed gently. Cien took a deep ragged breath. She was alive. He crushed her to him, holding her close and rocking her gently. Guilt rushed over him in a hot scalding wave. If he hadn’t taken so long, she would already be back at the keep. Warm, clean and safe. ‘I’m sorry Regan…’ He felt the burning sting of tears behind his eyes and blinked.