What drives it? Is it teen girls, or perhaps a mommy fixation? In other words, why do you masturbate excessively?” The Doctor asked.I was stunned no... by the teen girls-part, but the mommy fixation. Did this fucking quack thing I was jerking off thinking of fucking my own mom?“Look Doc, incest has nothing to do with it, so let’s get that off the table right now,” I said.“Sammy your mother is quite an attractive lady, so it would not be unusual for you to have sexual fantasies about her.. ." Oh, yes," Christabel answered. "Isaac." Her eyes remained locked on Abigail's. "Put her on the bed." The big slave seemed nervous, but he obeyed, scooping up the diminutive blond and laying her gently on the sheets. She squirmed feebly, murmuring, "No, no, oh, no." "Take her," Christabel said.Isaac was frightened, but the command of his little mistress -- and the sight of Abigail's petite white body and sopping wet pussy -- overrode his fears. Easily controlling her weak struggling, he. It was a hard lesson for Bett to learn that, to her husband, she was a slave, a piece of ass to be used however he wished. Each man had his favorite foreplay. Some liked hurting Bett, while other liked her bound in ropes. The worst, Bett thought, was the man that tied her ankles to the rafter and had her suck his cock while she dangled upside down."Bye, Mom," her son Greg said."Bye, Dear. Don't forget the sunscreen. You don't want to get your weinie burnt." Mo-ther!" Bye, Princess DeMerit.". He was still sweaty, but now naked and sweating from head to toe, baking in the locker room heat and baking in his own hotness."You were keeping me waiting" he says and back steps still he hits the bench and sits down, keeping me between his legs."Robbie", I sigh looking at his stiff buddy, but smile in the end."Come on, I just won my football game." And I'm going to pay for the food" I tell him pulling him by the arm, but he doesn't budge."Come on. I always wanted to do it in the locker room.".