We talked about everything, work, she was training to be a beautician, music, films, everything. We just seemed to click. After a few weeks of talking...on Skype I suggested to meet in real life. With a coy smile she told me that she would love to. I suggested a new bar in town that had just opened that everyone seemed to be talking about. The date was set. I could barely hold my excitement. Eventually Saturday night rolled around. I got a hair cut, trimmed my beard, going for the 'i'm so sexy I. It was time for me to get away from this lady. All I needed was some husband to come wandering back to see some guy with a growth in his pants ogling his wife while she was nursing. I was leaving this group when two of the older children asked me if I could take them inside as the staff of the capitol would not allow youths in unaccompanied by an adult. ‘Sure, let’s go take a look inside,’ and began walking toward the front entrance. I had a pretty big backpack on that was my traveling luggage.. She weakly lifted her head up. ?MMMMmmmmm?? was all the sound Patricia could make behind the gag. Each guard grabbed a nipple clamp and before removing it gave it a sharp tug. Patricia cried out in agony as she felt the clamps be removed. She hadn’t expected the pain she would feel when the blood rushed back into her nipples. It was almost worse than when they were first applied. The guards laughed at her discomfort as frantic shrieks filled the chamber. One of the guards pushed a button. I removed one hand from mom’s waist had started rubbing my cock over my shorts. Mom noticed this and again whispered, “Darling, is small Rohan getting hard?”I answered in a hoarse voice, “Yes mom. Very hard and also hot.” Mom pushed me back and looking in my eyes, her eyes full of lust and love, asked me, “Want to touch me?” I nodded. Mom held my hands and started brushing them over her breasts.As a reaction, I started pressing her boobs softly. I could feel her nipples becoming hard. We stared.