---The cashier's eyes widened when she saw the number of athletic supporters that Stephanie placed on the checkout's conveyor belt. The cashier was a ...oung woman - a teen, really - a blue-eyed blonde, whose hair was pulled back from her pretty face and worn in a ponytail. A name badge on her blouse identified her as Sandy. Stephanie smiled at the young woman's reaction. "That's quite a few jockstraps, isn't it?" she asked."I'll say," Sandy replied, smiling slightly."My boyfriend prefers them to. She felt wrung out, exhausted, her cunt pulsating with a deep ache of soreness, but she still wanted more.Leaning her ass against the table, she smiled shyly at them. Both boys’ cocks drooped, looking red from all the friction. Their balls dangled empty. She looked at her son’s cock and balls, then at Keith’s. Keith, being older than Jimmy, had plenty of hair around his cock, and his balls were bigger. That made no difference to her, however. Hair or not, big balls or not, she loved them both. "This is a replicaof the necklace your boyfriend gave to you-unlike the original version,it is not only explosive but it has a few other little things to keep youin line. It can shock you at the touch of a button, and I can use it inconjunction with a small hand held tracker to find out whenever you go. Alittle microphone attacked to the world's smallest recorder monitorseverything you say, so I'll know if you try anything. It's time for yourmake-up. My daughter didn't use much of it except at. Finally, she pulled me against her pussy while I continued to lick and finger her, convulsing slightly as she came.She let out a sigh and relaxed against the table while I stood up and started to open my jeans. While I pushed my jeans and underwear down far enough to release my rigid tool, she hopped up onto the table, positioned herself at the edge and leaned back. Grabbing her legs behind her knees, she pulled them up and apart and I stepped between them. I guided my cockhead between her.