There were groups I belonged to that were based on different themes. One was about fantasies. A question was asked to the group about your deepest dar...est fantasy. A few people had started to respond and I read them. I got to one a middle aged married woman had posted and her fantasy was to have sex with her son. Of course I knew this was a fantasy of some and also a reality for others. Her response was well written and seemed very sincere. You could almost feel the desire she had for him. I. Apparently Faith felt the same way, because she allowed my hands to roam more than they ever had before. Normally whenever I'd reach to caress her breasts or even touch her ass, Faith would gently redirect my hand to a "safe" part of her body.That Saturday night, however, Faith didn't stop me at all as I squeezed her plump ass-cheeks, so I thought I'd try my luck on the other forbidden zones. I could barely contain my excitement as my hand reached her chest. Even feeling those luscious mounds. Eventually, you'll be able to look at him and her and anyone else who was there and feel nothing but indignation. There won't be any fear, or shame, or anything like that. This is just one more hurdle in the race."Shay took a deep breath and looked sideways at Mia. "Thanks," she said, quietly. From my angle on her other side, I could see her cheeks poke out a little, and I knew she was trying to smile. Then she turned to me, gave me a little smile and squeezed my hand.We walked for a while,. Don't you eat it yet." She turned around and I kneeled there with the large lump of crap protruding from my lips. The other woman was astounded and sat there with her eyes bulging out. "Is this for real?, she gulped, "is this for fucking real?" The Madam gripped my head and turned it around for the women to see.I looked at the well heeled lady and struggled to keep the chunk in my mouth but was forced to swallow the juices as I waited.The Madam went over and stood with the other woman, and.