Now the middle-aged man edged slowly closer and was only two feet from his kneeling mother. Veronica had her bony back to her concerned son. She turne... and Robert saw the tears streaming down his mother’s anguished face. She was clearly distraught, but her son had no idea why. Veronica’s voice was weak, almost not there, fractured by painful cracks and memories. Her finger reached up and stopped at a name etched in the smooth marble face. What was the meaning of this her son wondered? The. It was such a thrill to look at his erection and know that it would soon be in my mouth and not just on my computer screen.We arranged to meet in a motel, just off the M54. I arrived early and sat in the bar for a little Dutch courage. Over the course of our conversations and exchange of pictures online, he had soothed away most of my fears, so effectively in fact that I told him that it would be ok to bring a friend, if he liked. I figured, might as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb. He. They were kissing touching stroking and finally doing ‘it’, all in her thoughts. He was in every thought and his smiling face and soothing words replayed over and over in her mind.Looking at the bedside clock she saw it was 3am. Nearly an hour had passed since Mike had left her at the door. An hour in which she had tossed and turned. Teased her slit and nipples mercilessly and still found her mind full of Mike fucking her.She made a decision. She got up and dressed only in her shalwar kamiz. ”“I think you will find that is the general idea here. Now prepare for the second stroke.”The second stroke got a similar reaction. The third stroke I placed at the top of her thigh, this allowed the whiptails to wrap into her inner thighs. Again, a noisy reaction from Sophie and she tried to close her legs and was prevented from doing so as she was secured. “Let’s do that again from the other side.”“Sir do you have to. It is very painful.”“You should have thought of that when you were letting.