Marcus loved the smell of her perfume; he couldn't quite remember the brand name or the specific fragrance (had he even asked her?), but it set his no...e a-tingling whenever Rena was in his proximity. As he turned his attention back to his emails, he couldn't help but let his attention drift a little. Despite himself, he found himself thinking of Rena, the two of them being in the office together this late into the evening.No! He wouldn't allow himself to do that. After all, he was already. My penis collided with mom’s ass I couldn’t move to other side in fear of the man so I was stuck here As the bus moved on my john slowly moved on her ass since her sari was all up and panties half down her raw skin was on me the more I resisted the more hot I began to grow As my john grew I heard murmur from behind and I knew what they were thinking that I grew hot on my mothers ass They had tricked me and I fell for it now they were not the danger I was The man sitting continued to pull moms. I slipped on a pair of sweats and a tshirt and obeyed his directions. First I wrote a note to Beth explaining everything Master had told me to, then I moved my car into his garage. When I got back to my house Master was waiting for me in my bedroom holding a gift wrapped box.He smiled and said, “I bought you a present bitch, open it”. With shaking hands I reached out and took the box tearing off the wrapping paper and opening the lid. Inside was a strange looking rubber object which Master. It was here that I'd met Mandy.I knew we were different the entire time and I should have intuited that the relationship would not work well. I was from a middle-class upbringing, raised in the sheltered suburbs of Seattle. Mandy was from a poor, trailer-trash type family. Both of her parents were alcoholics. Her older brother was in prison for rape. Her sister was a high-school dropout with three kids, strung out on crank. Mandy had seemed however, to be above all this. She took good care of.