He listed to one side and began to fall, turning sideways to land beside her. Suddenly she needed one more orgasm, to bring things to a close and, as ...e was obviously out of it, she thought nothing of running her hand between her legs and rubbing furiously, probing and pinching as her hips bucked one last time.It wasn't until she fell back, limp and satisfied, that she realized the hand she had just pleasured herself with was covered with his ejaculate, and that she had pushed it up into her. The rest of the family says I'm the most like her too and they don't mean it as a compliment, even though I take it as just that. Something I'm proud to admit. It's only my biological family that I'm ashamed of.One day my mother returned home with a look about her that I simply didn't recognize. After greeting me with a kiss she gently placed her hand on my cheek, looked deeply into my eyes and asked, “How was your day baby”? Staring at her with this look about her that I just didn't. This would be more than enough work for her to fund her apartment, giving her weekends off. Her outfit consisted of a sexy black corset, making her ample breasts almost pop out the top, along with sexy pink satin panties, with knee high black boots and killer heels that could poke a mans eye out. Her blonde hair, normally so demure and tied back, was teased to within an inch of its life, with heavy black eye makeup, and bright red lipstick, she looked like a total vixen, a sex kitten. Every. My ankles were secured on the ground spread wide apart and my hands tied to the ropes coming up from the bed frame from above me. She put a ring gag in my mouth and buckled it around my head. As she was tying me down, I was shaking in fear.I saw her pull on the strapon harness next to me and pick out the big black dildo. I remembered the excruciating pain it gave me the last time we had tried it and my fear increased again. I tested my bonds, but the held me tight. I saw her looking down at me.