“Yes, Master. I am yours.”I took the belt and ran it around the back of her neck and then back through the buckle for a makeshift collar and leash... “Stand up.” I told her and once she was to her feet I stepped up to her and kissed her on the lips hard. “Trust me. Your safe word is ‘Uncle’. I will push you to your limits and you will want to use that word. Trust me.” I then kissed her again. Her lips parted for my tongue and I could taste the mixture of fear, anticipation and excitement in the. My scream encompassingthe cock lodged in my throat with the most spectacular sensations. It becamea game to see who can elicit the loudest longest screams. It was not thebelt but the fingers and tongue working together. The cock in my mouth asthe tongue attacks my inflame clit while fingers twist welt split nipples.Each man came at least twice in my raw throat. "Time to put her on her knees. The Lord said she was a beast. What say you wetry out that idea?"None to gently I am dropped. The chains. I mean, if I had a mom with boobs that big, I would bang her till she rattled, conventions be damned." You got that right, Joe," Henry agreed, moving towards his mother and squeezing both of her round buoyant boats of titmeat without shame. "But give her a call when you need to get some, okay? Mom's pussy is a fun place to put your wee wee, as you just found out, I' m sure. Have a good one." You too, Henry, and Hilda, it was wonderful poking, er, I mean meeting you," Joe stammered, donning his. There's just something wonderful and a big big turn on to have some new strange guy put his hands all over me and lift up my skirt and finger my twat. I'm a slut and don't care, because I know that most guys are just horny cheating bastards that will fuck anything if it don't cause problems at home. And while men say they don't respect sluts, it never stops them from fucking us.So one day, my BF says lets go to the movies this afternoon. There's a small theatre in our neighborhood. We get.