It could feel the tears start to flow from its eyes. It was glad that its hands were bound so that for once it wouldn’t automatically reach to wipe...them away. Master hates when the slave does that and this was a time that the slave didn’t want to displease Master. With each strike of the switch the slave thanked Master. Then Master used the switch on the rest of the slave’s body. It seemed like it lasted forever but finally it was over. The criss cross pattern that Master had hoped for. "Harder, do it harder," John told me. "Do it the way you've been fantasizing about for the past few days."I looked at him and saw that he was now masturbating at this unholy mother/son coupling which was happening before him.My mother gave me a small nod and a wink when I turned my attention back towards her; giving me permission to fulfill his request. And by the look in her eyes, she wanted it. So I began fucking her, thrusting my hips back and forth, going faster with each thrust. Her large. . you don't want to cum yet... you're holding my head, pulling my hair back, forcing me to look up at you so you can see my excitement.... but you decide you're going to stop for now... so you pull out of my mouth...i moan because i don't want to stop sucking on you, i don't want to stop taking you deep down in my mouth... it feels so good to suck on you, your warm salty lollipop... and it's made me so wet, i just want to suck harder and deeper and faster... but you insist, and pull out. You. My make-up and nails are still tidy and, considering the time, I take some pride in that. All the same, I take out a compact from my clutch bag and apply a touch more "deep crimson" lip varnish and clear, shiny gloss.My wait is over, as the door opens and my Master instructs me to enter. I walk in and close the thick door behind me, heart pounding and my knees and fingers beginning to tremble with fear. I turn to him, now seated in the large, leather chair behind the wide mahogany desk. I try.