"God," I muttered, as my eyes flicked from item to item. There were maybe ten or twelve pieces! Not only that, but everything had its place. Everythin... was set in sculpted, red foam padding. I glanced up at Chantelle. She just smiled. I wanted to protest. I really did. I just couldn't believe it was so full. I could barely tear my eyes from it. As I scanned the open case before me, my grin grew. In the centre was a pair of steel handcuffs. Always a Dom necessity, I thought. In each corner was a. After giving me the cold shoulder for days following some perceived wrong, she would suddenly laugh and tell me to, ?lighten up!? after watching me wallow in the misery she created. Despite how anxious or sickly guilty I felt sneaking around the house like a creep, my heart pounding as I stole pairs of Mommy’s socks or underwear to masturbate with, the daily memories of her contempt towards me filled and shaped my fantasies permanently.I visited her on Mother’s Day weekend, and she insisted. I hope that Bill agrees to give you more fucks like that while he's here.”“Hey! Suzanne! Don't forget that I came to Adelaide to fuck you. As soon as I can get it up I want you next.”“Yes of course.” her mother said.“Yes, please.” she said.By now, I was naked except for my T-shirt. Maria was naked except for her skirt, bunched up around her waist. Suzanne still had on her skirt and top, although I knew for a fact that that was all that she was wearing. Maria straightened her skirt and went to. That she was so weak and such a disgusting whore that this terrible assault was making her cum. Lia cried in shame as her orgasm took hold. Moans of pleasure mixed with cries of shame escaped her lips as her cunt began to spasm around her attackers cock. This drove him over the edge as he shoved his cock as deep as he could, slamming it painfully against her cervix as he unleashed a torrent of cum almost directly into her womb. The feeling of her attackers hot cum flooding her fertile young.