The outlines of hisengorged nipples are clearly visible through his pet-play suit.Him: I was going to tell you mommy...they have been feeling a bit we...rd.At least weirder than normal.Me: Really? How so? (I feign surprise.)Him: I can feel a pressure in them...and my nipples are tingling. Idon't know why. Could it be the latex?Me: I don't know honey, but be sure to tell mommy if anything changes.It's probably nothing...Him: Yes mommy.Me: You can go now. Why don't you go back to your crate and. ." God John, stop talking about it and fucking do it already," I said."Four tires, one tire, just go over there and slash some fucking tires,okay?" Okay..." he murmured, but he clearly wasn't happy about the prospect.John pocketed the knife and slipped out the door. I watched him throughthe window, but I couldn't see what he was doing because he was on theopposite side of the car. So, I ran to the closet, got my camera andzoomed in real close on the side view mirror of the car next to it.There. She shuddered as his fingers brushed over her labia and clitoris, taking hold of one of his hands she pressed two of his fingers against her opening and pushed them in. She was amazed when her body shook to a tiny orgasm as his fingers explored her body. Releasing his hand she quickly swilled off before stepping out of the bath and allowing the water to drain away. After quickly drying herself she took Jonathan's hand and lead him towards the bed, she could see the precum glistening on the head. Too drunk, I thought, wishing I had gone a bit easier on the free drinks. There was no going back without cumming now, not in my horny state, so I kept at it. I began to fantasize, my eyes closed as my hand pumped at my cock, my other hand cradling my balls below.I saw Irina again, her eyes twinkling as she grabbed my erection beneath my shorts. I pictured her going down on her knees, looking up at me as she took my cock into her mouth. Her hands had been unpracticed, but in my mind, her.