She seemed to sense what I was thinking and between gasps and moans she said to me "don't hold back give me all of it, I want to feel it deep inside m..., fill me till you can't fill any more." I still wasn't sure but she screamed "for goodness sake just fuck me, fuck me, just fucking screw me as hard as you can, I need fucking!"It sounded quite strange to hear her saying these things but I wasn't going to hesitate any longer, the lady wanted it, I had it and she was going to get it. Lifting her. "So what do you want me to do, doctor?" asked my Mother watching hypnotically as I dipped a rubber digit into the pot and scooped out a blob of cream.Uh, yeah. What did I want her to do? Where to start? I had a list as long as my arm but I kept to this, as we had agreed. Which was kind of freaky when I start to think about it. From initial shock, through obvious reluctance, to breaking the ultimate taboo, and now enthusiastically encouraging me to play sex games with her, Mom sure was getting. She was dressed in black slacks, a part transparent white high necked top, her white brassiere straps just visible. She’s nicely but not hugely stacked. Her arm was round my waist or on my shoulders a lot. She stank of Dior Sauvage, one of my favourites. My first wife liked it too. To add to the mood appearance I snuck my arm round her waist and top of her butt below her waist band feeling for the top edge of knickers or thong. Non detected so far.The women not on the programme had either run a. I want what is going to happen to be of the greatest possible deterrent effect. Miss Koenig is to be humiliated and punished. So first of all, I would like some male volunteers to come up and help me humiliate her.”Quite a few hands went up, hesitantly at first, then more and more. Mr. Witner picked four young men (including, Andrew noted, his own son Kevin) and invited them up on the stage. “Oh, to be a glove on one of those hands that I might touch that gorgeous body”, Andrew thought, smiling.