With the gag in her mouth or a cock or too filling it when ever it was off it was hard to tell. And who really cares if she even orgasimed. It wasn't ...bout her it was me and my best buddy motherfucking.My story starts at 8pm in Elanes kitchen. Mom just poured two cups of herb tea for her and her grown son like she does every night after they have dinner. Tonight the tea will not only relax them both and help them digest their dinner, it will knock them both out cold for an hour OT two. When. The sensation is blindingly glorious. He ups the pleasure by pulling on one of my nipples. He pinches hard. I arch my back involuntarily, and he looks supremely pleased with himself. I curse him, and he just laughs. I squeeze my inner muscles, wiping the grin off his face. He picks up the pace. He slams into me with such amazing force that I think the bed is moving. I’m not sure if it is, because I can’t think about anything beyond his amazing cock. He abandons my nipple to better balance. I think I’m in love with her.After a while Miss Wilson looked up and we realize we weren’t alone, Mr. Orlando and his crew were still taping us.“I want the original copy of that, and there WILL NOT be any more copies of it. Do you understand Rodney?”“Yes Ma’am I understand.”“Alright now get out. Marcy, her Mom, and I need to talk.”Miss Wilson got dressed and the three of us went upstairs.Mom and Miss Wilson and I were the only ones in the dining room, I sat down. “Marcy did I give you. "Within minutes Frau Helga was back in the room. "I don't have many clothes she told Tony as I am only here for a few days. Perhaps Anne darling, you can show me where everything is in the kitchen before you go. Tony was left in a daze, somehow he had few illusions about what Helga wanted, and expected and would ensure that she got. He was sure that Anne-Marie meant just that when she said when she had murmured. "She is very dangerous."Anne-Marie had only just gone, when Helga said to Tony as.