My poor baby couldn't understand why his mother was so grumpy on so many mornings. I couldn't tell him how much I wanted him because it only would hav... made it harder for him and I knew from experience that he was hard enough all the time.Somehow we made it until he was twenty. On a weekend I had to travel for business, I asked him to come with me. Maybe being in a strange room and a strange bed did it or maybe we were both just at a point of no return. Before we'd even touched, I was. I jerked to move more then I had up to that point but I felt dozens of hands tighten on my body. To my horror the metal object (known as a sound) was pushed into my pee hole (known medically as a urethra.) Then I felt that one withdraw and another slightly larger take its place. I groaned and grunted on the cock in my mouth and throat as the metal sound was forcibly inserted painfully into my pee hole. The first one was used to measure and this one was intended to stretch the tiny place. His hands run through my hair, pushing it away from my face, before coming to rest, one at the nape of my neck and the other at the base of my spine. I shudder against him, winding my arms up over his powerful shoulders. He presses me back against the nearest wall and I hear my handbag fall to the ground. I can feel the power of his body even beneath his clothes and it makes me want him more. I pull at the tie around his neck and finally throw it away from him before proceeding to undo his. Our kitchen seems the ideal place, the ‘Yorkstone’ floor is easily cleaned, so with just a nod and a wink, I unbuckled my belt, unbutton the button, and let down the fly zip, my trousers effortlessly fell to around my ankles, but it was different for you, lifting your skirt, and hooking your thumbs through the elasticated band to your pants, then bending as you lowered your pants to your ankles, and lifting each foot in turn to disentangle them from your feet.I turn and faced the dishwasher,.