When she started complaining about her shoulders hurting. I had learned from my aunt the year before, she had moved to the city to be a massage therap...st, how to give amazing massages. I asked her if it was ok and of course she said yes. I was standing behind her massaging her shoulders as we talked about the things we had to do that weekend. I noticed as I was working on her shoulders that she had brought a hand up to her breast and began to rub on her nipples. We heard the door to the band. Uponfinishing the dishes, I return to Master's feet. Most evenings Iwas told to go change. And I immediately proceed to do so. Once inawhile, I am only told to strip. Then until bedtime I am playedwith and fondled while Master watches TV. Most of the time I sit onHis lap while He rubs my dear over His manhood. Then there are timewhen He impaled me on His stiff rod. Bedtime changes the type ofplay. First, I kneel before Him and open my mouth wide. He thendrains Himself into my mouth. I am then. He knew that she was a horny woman because he had often heard her wailing and moaning in the marital bed, and this wouldn't be the first time that Jimmy had thought about his sexy mother while he pounded his prick to a frazzle.He closed his eyes, summoning up a vision of her bushy, soaking pussy. He rubbed his cock through his jeans add cupped his balls, squeezing them gently. He was so hot that he could feel the thick jism slashing around inside those swollen balls.He drew the zipper of his. “Whoa, didn't I tell you didn't need to squeeze so hard?” I asked.“Not in those exact words,” Travis replied.We stared at each other with some very lusty eyes, as he was thrusting his very hard cock in, and out of my wet and sore pussy. We both smiled, and laughed, we weren't sure why we laughed, but we were definitely enjoying each others company.“What?” I asked.“Nothing Roxanne,” Travis replied, as he pulled my dress straps, off my shoulders.He saw that I wasn't wearing a bra then.“No bra.