I allowed his cock to plop out of my mouth. “It’s ok darling you can talk dirty to me, I like it.” I said just before I began to gobble down his...cock into my mouth once again, my head bobbing up and down along my son’s hard fat prick with more gusto, the sounds of my slurping mouth echoing sweetly in my own ears, not to mention the sounds of Mark‘s gasping and groaning.“Oh fuck that feels so good Mum.” Mark moaned, and I could feel his hips rising and falling in time with every bob of my. Knowing what's in store for him, I try to look away, but I am somehowtransfixed. Like watching a slow motion replay of a trainwreck, I hearher say, "Would you be a dear and fetch me my handbag?"He is back before he can even begin to take off his apron."Thank you," she says, taking the handbag from him but not releasing hishands, thereby putting a decisive stop to any attempts of removing hisapron. Instead, she leads him away from the table, to the living room."Every lady likes to be pampered,". It wasnt long before there was a knock at the door and i let him in. We had agreed via email that neither one of us was one for small talk, and he wasted no time. He pulled out a gimp mask from his holdall and put it on me, then reached in once again and pulled out a cock cage. I liked the idea of this as i had never used one before, he put it on me and told me to remove my dress and go and lie on the bed, I was beginning to realise i was in for a fun night. He then told me to put my arms up. He was now trying to pry the clamp open but it did not budge, nor give way. Sam noticed sigils, symbols and drawings, formulas and scripts like some of the stuff he had been dreaming when the Trader left him a few moments peace of mind.Wards. The clamp was warded. The Exchequer said so as well, only with a terribly oversized grin:"Wards. I wouldn't waste any more vitality on that." On what?" Escape," said the Exchequer as all three of them they were being lowered down gently after a nod to the.