Now hurry up before I change my mind. Get humping.Without needing to be told again, my gimp son crawls towards me andmounts my legs. He props himself ...p with his knees on the ground but hisforearms and elbows pressing against my legs. I can see his littleerection desperately trying to find some friction against my leatherboots. He quickly re-adjusts himself and manages to get his sissy cockwedged in the tight gap between the boots. I laugh as he begins to humpaway.Me: That's it dear, cum for. Sharon herself had learned to give him a hard time, so he knew to leave her alone.(She remembered about the time when she was seventeen and Stan had groped her as she passed with a tray and told her how beautiful she was.) Sharon still wished she had been stronger then, to tell someone; but had let it go, preferring to toughen up and deal with it by giving him a hard time in front of the other regulars. Stan walked up to the bar.“Closed, Stan. You missed last orders,” Sharon said without. This time she came long before he was ready to again, it was pure joy to have her thrashing and screaming underneath him in ecstacy. Since he wasn’t ready to cum again, he decided to try a new position and had her get on all fours on the tiles. Although her pussy was now a dark pink and rather raw looking, she pressed it out towards him, begging to have his dick inside her again. He obliged, fucking her doggy-style as she pressed her forearms on the ground and her ass in the air, pushing back. Jen soon had us back on the bed. “So what do you want from us,” Steve asked Jen quietly. “I have an idea!” And she looked at me with a devilish grin that I knew only too well. Usually when I saw that look there was a new toy involved and I was invariably asked to push my personal boundaries. My heart nearly stopped when I thought of the possibilities available to her tonight. I wasn’t wrong to be worried.“Climb on board, my dear,” she said to me with a wicked wink. I did as I was told and sank.