Mommy's DayBy Morpheus Dressed only in her white satin robe, Marion sat down, with her fresh cup of coffee, and began paging through the newspaper. Sh... yawned, still trying to wake up. She ignored her son Jason, who slurped his cereal down rather noisily across the table from her. Suddenly he stopped, and looked up. "Happy mothers day" he said, then went back to slurping his cereal. Some mothers day, Marion thought to herself. Then, as Jason accidentally dropped his bowl to the floor,. ”“Did you feel out of control?”“Oh yes, completely; but I wasn’t thinking about it as fun. I don’t know what I was thinking. That woman has a presence. I could have said no, I think. Maybe I should have said no, but she made me feel safe and scared at the same time, and then I saw the guys...”That stopped Andy for a second.“Temptation took over.”“Lust, really. Sorry.”“Marsha laid it on for you, no need to be sorry.”“I should have said no. I proved I can’t be trusted,” She looked downcast for a. The hands tied in front. She is just the wench to be used, a bondage whore. A good submissive slut.Behind her, on his knees, is a white man. His head is completely covered by a black leather hood, no eye holes, a gag in his mouth. A penis shaped gag. He fucks his wife in the ass. To please his wife, and his Master.The wife , a 43 year old lady from a wealthy Brahmin family in India, proved to be a slut at heart. But it needed guidance by a experienced slut trainer to get rid of the modesty. I was too restless to sit down so I paced around the apartment as I drank and cursed out loud. As I was walking around in the bedroom I noticed a small leather gym bag on the floor next to my dresser. I had never seen it before so I knew that it wasn't mine or Lisa's. I picked the bag up, set it on the bed and opened it. Apparently the gym bag belonged to Bob. Inside he had some clean underwear, a tee shirt, a pair of shorts and a pair of running shoes. In the very bottom of the bag I found a.