I went to my friends home. For 2 days I didn’t call mom, she also didn’t. at the 3rd day she called me on my mobile. And requested me to go back t... home. She was crying that time. But i said:“I will go if you give me my birthday present. Otherwise I won’t go there.”Mom: “how can I son? I am your mom.”Me: ‘I don’t know mom. you have to give me my gift or I wont go there.Mom: “cut my hairs as much as you want but don’t have sex with me. Please son” she said crying.Me: ‘mom I dreamed about it. “Here, Jimmy”I point to the bed maybe 6 inches in front of my vulva.“Yes, Mistress”He murmurs but it is several moments before he starts to move, shuffling and wriggling up the bed, cuffed hands and tied legs making movement difficult. By the time he positions himself where I have demanded he is panting again, his breath tingling against my clit and lips, and causing the lightest of flutters on the exposed pucker of my anus.I slowly reach my hand down the side of the bed, then lightning fast. She walked in the front door n told the secretary that she wanted a massage. She was told to go into the dressing room n take off all of her clothes n was given a towel. She was then guided down to the sauna room where she was told to wait for her masseuse. Sharon laid down on the bench on her stomach n used the towel as a pillow. A few minutes went by when she heard the door open. She didn’t look up from her bench because no one had called her name. While lying on the bench she heard a male. “Gods, yes!” she gasped, my tongue wiggling through her bowels. “Sven earned your passion. He’s so gallant.”I agreed, my tail twitching faster, my pussy growing hotter. Juices dribbled down my thighs as I lapped up Master’s cum I found in her bowels. I savored the sour musk, resisting the heat burning in my cunt, begging for my attention and... My ears twitched. I didn’t have to deny myself. Josephine wouldn’t beat me for cumming without permission. She’d wouldn’t care if I pleasured myself.