I always have kept my pubic hair trimmed but on that day it was looking a little messy and I didn’t want him to see that, than again I was at the do...tors office. Why did they have me naked in the room for just a migraine I thought? After he finished checking out my breathing and my pulse he asked me to get on my knees so he can check my vagina “but doc, I’m only here for a migraine” I said to him “we have to check all possibilities” he answered while writing on his pad. I turned around and lied. So, there it was, I had to cum again. And if I could do it without waking mom or dad that would be even better for everyone. With a clear mission, I pushed my butt and hips back away from mom enough to let my dick head slide back down her ass crack until it was lined up with the tuft of fur between her thighs. Once I felt the spot, I pushed slowly and gently feeling my way with the tip of my dick. I could sense the warmth of her pussy as I got nearer to it and kept tilting my hips until I felt. She realized they were cameras. There were shelves on each wall and upon them neatly spaced sex toys, dildos butt plugs, whips and tons of things she did not recognize. To her left there were two hygienist chairs, behind them a sink, and a shower stall and a long water hose spooled on a hook. On her right a set of gym equipment, a four foot knotted cord hung from between two raised pulleys and two floor to ceiling poles with handcuffs attached at the ceiling. Behind her a table with two bottles. One dusky African beauty approached the bars, deftly displayed her pussy as she slipped her finger between lush brown lips, then had me sniff and lick her finger. Another, in chiffon, sprawled over a leather futon before me, lifting her bottom enticingly to allow me a full view of both her sweet love entrances. Mistress re-appeared; I looked at her with wanting eyes. She smiled back.“Oh you silly man! You can’t have a female. You are a slave; you know you can only entertain a mistress by.