The collar was furlined and although it forced Darrell to hold his head erect, it fittedcomfortably.The collar had a chain leash hanging down the fron.... Mistress took theleash in her hand and still fondling her dildo through Darrell's panties,led him over to the chair on which the nightdress lay.Darrell could hardly walk with the pain from the tightness of the cockstrap but he had no choice but to follow. Somehow he managed to crossover to the chair."Now pick up the nightdress please," Mistress. Jeanne smiled and leaned forward as if she were about to let me in on a great feminine conspiracy."After you broke up, she used to absolutely hate you," she said. "Her father still does hate you actually. But then this year, after you changed, she started looking at you a little differently." She still calls me an asshole every chance she gets."By now I was interested enough in this conversation to put down my book."Yeah," Jeanne laughs. "But it was sort of like you had become just another guy. I get to her place and her son lets me in and introduces me to his grandma, pretty cool since as long as ive known ber daughter i had never met her moms and its crazy they look almost identical except ma dukes is 68. This is where it starts getting crazy for me, so her son is actually out front playing with his friends, ok so i had brought 2 wine bottles so i ask mama dukes if she'd like a glass to which she replied yes just a bit, which turned into about half bottle, so im feeling nice and. Ich sah den dicken Schwanz meines Vaters und die Lippen meiner Mutter, die ihn fest umschlossen. Ich sah den Kopf meiner Mutter, der immer wieder vorschnellte und sich daraufhin wieder zurückzog. Mein Vater hatte die Augen geschlossen. Seine Lippen zitterten vor Erregung.„Massier meine Eier, Kleine", forderte mich mein Vater auf und ich legee meine Hand abwechselnd auf den einen und dann den anderen Hoden. Ich spüree das Pochen in seinen Eiern, das Zucken seines Beckens.Wie eine Furie bließ.