" Yes, but I'm not dismounting. Be very careful that I don't fall off or I will whip you again."I had to help him a little as he negotiated the three ...teps up from the garage floor to the kitchen. We crawled across the kitchen to the carpeted dining room. I balanced myself with my left hand on his shoulder, leaned back and gave him another little switch with the whip."Ouch, now where to, Mistress?" Into the bedroom! Look what you have done to me! You've made my pussy sloppy wet with your game.". I looked a mess. A radiant just fucked mess! My skirt was hiked up around my hips, my inner thighs above the tops of my stockings were slick with my girl cum and I could see the end of the dildo protruding from my recently fucked cunt. Yes, I was a mess. A just fucked wanton bondage slut mess. And I loved it! I walked back to my side of the bed and opened the bedside drawers then reached inside and withdrew a short legged black panty girdle, another gift from Sir that I’d long since stopped. “You might want to keep your door closed if your father’s home, sweetie,” she suggested. She leaned back against the counter while her eyes drifted down to the bulge in his briefs, and then slowly back to her son’s face.“Yeah, if Dad’s home,” he agreed. But not if you’re here, he told himself silently.Jay was already wondering if his mother wanted another look as much as he wanted to give her one. And after what just happened, and looking at his curvaceous mother now, it wasn’t going to be long. Neither of us needed asking twice we both quickly stripped of completely, this time I was a lot more blatant in eyeing Chloe’s body. Lynne caught me a smiled, “Nice” she mouthed silently, and I nodded eagerly. Lynne reached over and held my rampant cock, using it to pull me toward her. Chloe meanwhile was gently stoking Lynne’s leg, I sat next to Lynne and watched as my wife sighed with pleasure at the touch. Something in me needed to force things between them to go further. I gently prised.