She just shook slightly in my arms and tried to stop me saying that my dad might come back soon.I said, “Don’t stop me now, mom. Please. We will s...op it as soon as dad knocks on the front door.”Mom: I don’t like to stop it in the middle Abhi. I want myself to be finished and satisfied.Abhi: Leave it to me, mom.Mom: Acha, Please make it fast.Saying so, my mom turned towards me and held my cock in her hand over my sweat pants. I felt my cock getting stiff, hard, and erect in her soft hands. I. Gone was Christian’s twisted definition of a relationship. His whips no longer striped my bottom. Nor did his leather cuffs shackle my arms and legs to meet his capricious whims. At least that is what I told myself. However, I did miss one element of our play, the feel and the smell of fine leather. Something about the leather ignited my senses, steamed my sex and dampened my panties. While jack was away from the office in the Orient I had used my smarts to tamper on line the invoices for the. Not that he minded usually. Unlike most of the guys out here, he had steadfastly avoided self-medicating his pain with alcohol and drugs. Everything else he could usually garner from trash cans. It was shocking all the stuff that people threw away. Shocking and shameful. He could easily feed himself and usually a couple others from the dumpsters outside a fancy restaurant he knew. They ate for free what cost other people close to a hundred dollars. He sighed…why would anyone spend that kind of. I watched it as I walked to the side door. Lou, one of the guys Sal uses as fill-ins for Angus on the very rare occasion that he doesn't come in, opened up the door at my knock with a scowl on his ugly face. Lou was Italian and looked like someone smushed his face in around his broken nose. His eyes, nose, and mouth were all in the center of his face with a wide forehead, fleshy cheeks, and a broad chin making his head look larger than it really was."Yer late," he groused as I slipped by him.