Masturbating was as close to the real thing that I thought I would ever get with John. Even though my nightgown was pushed up and my breasts and pussy...were exposed as John played with my breast, and I rubbed my pussy on his leg, I felt safe. Somehow I knew I could trust John not to take it any further. I did start to feel a bit uncomfortable with what he might think of me being so forward, “I’m not being too weird, am I?”“No, Mom, you’re not. You know I love you and will do anything to make you. I slowly touched her all over the body and made her sit on a chair. After she got comfortable in a good posture on the chair, I tied her hands to the arms of the chair and her legs to the legs of chair with nice and tough pitch black ropes which contrasted her milky white skin and looked so sexy.I went behind her bent over and bit the back of her ear slightly.I smooched on her neck line and slowly slid my hands from her shoulders to breasts gave a squeeze and then down to her thighs.I spread. The anal beads, the two ben wa balls and the ankle cuffs that he would use occasionally, when he wanted to turn her into a desperate whore. Amazing that they all fit into that small box. So much of her life. So much time, so much anticipation was extracted from her with these seemingly unrelated implements. Her butt cheeks clenched involuntarily as she thought of the toys, especially the beads. He had been the first person to invade her anus. For as much as she had thought about it and. As I started wiping the windows Paul put his hand on the back of mine and said he was showing me what to do. He was standing very close behind me with his body groin up against my bottom. I was a bit uncomfortable with this and suggested he took a rest while I clean the windows.He sat on the sofa, but I could feel him staring at me and when I looked around he was staring at my butt. I finished the windows and felt it was time I should go. Paul gave me £20 and said he would give me another if I.