I went near mom and held her hands. This time, I wanted to be dominant as I wanted her to do what I tell her.Then I placed her hand on my pants and my...tool grew stronger. I saw her face. She didn’t shout at me or do anything. I placed my hand on her right shoulder where she has the loose end of the saree and started talking –Me: Sandra, I hope you know what I am looking for.Saying so, I held my mother’s saree from the shoulder and removed it.Me: Be my wife, and no one will know about this. “It is still early for La Casa,” the barman apologised, “but around midnight things should start to get lively.”He led them into a spacious reception area and swiftly completed the paperwork to make Geoff and Gina temporary members. “The Ladies Powder Room is at the far end of that passageway, senora,” the barman told Gina. “There are robes you can use once you have undressed and stored your clothes in one of the lockers. We will wait for you in the Gladiators Bar.”As she headed towards the. His dick felt amazing in my hand. I kissed the head tenderly and as I stroked his thick shaft he was slowly becoming harder. After stroking and kissing his cock for a while I started to suck it. First just his bulbous head. Then more. And more. At this point he was at his full hardness in all its glory and I started to desperately stroke his big cock as I forced more down my throat. "Fuck yeah, boy, you was made for this," he said as he grabbed my scruffy blonde hair and started to gently rock. The clock read 3:13. I stumbled into the bathroom and took a piss in the dark. Then I grabbed a toothbrush and some toothpaste and furiously brushed my teeth as I groggily tried to figure out why the hell I'd had such a dream. I mean, what the fuck? Why couldn't I dream about banging Angelina Jolie or perhaps the entire squad of the Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders? I had to dream about deep throating some unknown dude. Some masked man. Shit. Some pasty saliva escaped my mouth and dribbled down my.