Su esclava estaba a cuatro patas, lamiéndole los pies. Miró hacia donde yo estaba. “Vaya, mis perros ya se despiertan” dio unas palmas. “Vamos... vamos, venir aquí perritos, ya habéis dormido bastante. Yo no pude por la cadena que me sujetaba a la pared. “Suelta a la perra, inútil” le gritó a la esclava, dándole una patada en la cara. Aquella vino hacia mi soltándome la cadena. y apoyé la cabeza en su muslo. “ Muy bien, (decía acariciando la cabeza) habéis dormido bien perros?”. Yo lancé un. She is 5 feet 9 tall, has lovely ripe breasts and long, slim, tanned legs. The problem was, Susan was my Mum. She may be 37 but she has the face and body of an 18 year old. So it was then, that to cure the wet dreams I'd fantasise about my Mum. She just looked so hot. I'd sneak looks at her as she sunbathed out back in just a thong and no top. I'd drool as she painted her cute little toenails bright red before putting on some high heels to go out. At last, I knew that dreaming about her would. All of a sudden, out of nowhere he saw her smile turn almost too mischievous. It turned him on, a lot, and then he added “I mean it. That skirt is a huge and I mean huge turn on to me. I hope you don’t mind hearing me say so. Your ass looks incredible in this skirt” he went on to tell her ass his hands then patted her ass cheeks. He looked deep into her eyes and said “It looks magnificent to be honest.” She absolutely loved hearing what he just told her and pulled away from him ever so. But no matter what kind of spin I put on it, it still didn't make me feel any better. As I lay motionless on my bed, my mind wandered to what I could've done or said differently. First things first, I probably should've said no to the second bottle of wine. I wondered if I had acted a bit gentler or waited a little bit longer to touch her, whether I'd currently be in bed with her. But after so much time of analysing my mistakes, I just started to think about her; that pretty face, those.