But I really didn’t care. All I could concentrate on was that I was going to watch my beautiful mom give me another blowjob. It was dark in the gara...e. I flipped the tiny light on above the workbench.“Turn that light off.”“No.”“What do you mean ‘No’? If your father opens that door, he’s going to see us.”“We can duck down behind the car. I want to watch you.”“What? Watch? Why?”“Because you’re so hot.” I told her honestly.She stared at me for a few long seconds but said nothing. She rubbed her. Though the pain was excruciating, he couldn’t help but enjoy it, he actually liked what was being done to him. He didn’t understand how this could be but he didn’t have long to dwell on it because with another deft flick of her wrist, Desdemona brought the end of the bullwhip lashing across his ass again, raising another matching welt to go with the first one. Noah twitched and screamed again from the somehow pleasurable pain. Desdemona whipped him again, then again, and continued. ...I held her hand and helped her to her feet. Her mouth tasted of my cock and I wanted more! We went up the two stories to my bedroom very slowly, pausing to kiss every few steps. Imy was going to be my best song ever...And I wanted it to be perfect for her. When we got to my bedroom, we were both SO ready for everything. My cock was hard and twitching for her, and her pussy was soaking wet from her juices. I told her to hold her arms up, and when she did I slowly slid her dress up over her. Somehow he had slipped in and was at his table, reading a book. I looked around the bar. The girls in their flirting clothes, the men, mostly professionals, in their conservative casual. Only two had on jeans, and they were designer, to be seen, not worn. He had on Levi boot cuts, a pair I bet he had owned for quite a while, judging by the fade. ‘Now there’s a REAL man’ I thought, and before my brain knew what my body was doing I walked to his table and plopped down. He looked over the book in.