His pole rubbing inside of me was sending me into orbit the feelings were incredible. One thing I can so about young Trey is that he knows how to fuck...for pleasure. His pole was fucking my ass and his tongue was fucking my mouth and I was lost between the two organs. I heard a voice screaming from a distance ‘don’t stop , for God’s sake please don’t stop’ and realized it was my voice. The longer he fucked me the better it felt. I could feel my load bubbling up in my balls. I hadn’t even touched. I quickly remembered and summoned a second mat. I was able to work it under her shoulder some, but the chain over chest would not let me get very far under her torso. We rested and came up with a plan. It was simple and it worked. I explained to Sarah how I was pretty sure it was my anger or rage that had broken the chain. Well, it was my rage shaped in the form of a huge hammer, at least. She was worried about how much it hurt every time I broke one of the chains. I told her I didn’t care. I. Bryan was a very contented lover, happy with this routine and believed Sarah to feel the same. Ok is never enough. This was no longer the case, ok was not ok. Sarah’s new found confidence had given rise to new fantasy’s, new thoughts and had awakened desires that had remained hidden for a long time. Sarah masturbated daily and almost always in the shower at home after the gym, her mind and body on a high. All of this unknown to Bryan.Prior to meeting Bryan she had seven lovers, including. My mom’s best friend was Margaret, a forty-something brunette who taught English at a local high school. She was the most regular of my mom’s visitors and was visiting on that Wednesday night that reshaped my world. It was almost midnight and I had gone up to bed a few hours earlier, but was unable to sl**p. My s****r, Sara, was 18 and out for the night. My mom was cool like that. She let Sara and I have a lot more freedom than some of the other k**s we knew. I got out of bed and started down.