. I miss you. I miss us. I’ll accept your punishment, I’ll submit to you. Just please come home.”He sighed, put his finger under my chin and lif...ed my face to look at him. “Abigail, go home. This isn’t the place.” I tried to look away again, but he wouldn’t let me. I closed my eyes as a tear trickled down my cheek. “Damnit Abigail look at me.” I opened my eyes“Please John, I-“He gripped my chin and tilted it up further, pressing a kiss to my lips. “Abigail, go straight home and lock the door.. I start to play with her again, this time I side a couple of fingers inside her and reach for her g spot. I can see the mixed feeling of pleasure and pain on her face as the pegs hurt and my fingers pleasure her. She is starting to pant and he legs shake as she gets close to her first orgasm. I reminder her that she need to ask permission to orgasm, she is now screaming, please can I cum, I don’t reply for a couple of seconds, instead I rub her g spot faster and with a little more force, she is. Her fingers and thumb could barely touch when she wrapped her hand around the shaft; it was so big! Breaking away from their kissing, she dropped to her knees and put her lips mere inches away from my son’s cock. She pointed the head straight at her mouth and panted a little, still stroking the full length of it and wet her lips."So, what do you think?” She asked. “Is this better than the one you pretended to be asleep when we started this?”“Actually, it has been much better since the day we. .Before bed we sit in the bar room while drinking and discussing school. As I begin to thank you again, you hush me..your mouth speaking no words. Your hand, no gestures. Just the rise of your eyebrow and quirky smirk on your face. As we laugh and talk, we both dig. Hoping to touch topic that would spark the flame.In sarcasm, I comment your choice of a sleeping garment and after a laugh, you respond, I would have been more prepared if you were in my bedroom, and not my basement....the awkward.