I had already started loosening my belt, as I lied in bed, eager to stroke my cock. My phone started buzzing and Mom’s cell number flashed up across...the screen. The timing was terrible as I’d just settled on one of her better pictures, taken in Times Square. She had on this beautiful, wine-colored blouse, with a black miniskirt, black pumps, and a radiant pair of suntan pantyhose gleaming in broad daylight. I snapped the picture just as Mom walked over to pose next to a tall New York. Then there were discussions that were followed up by a trip to the Morton armory and the two safes, along with an explanation.While we were there I had my security team load up ten new FM-9s, ten of the modified bag that held the belt and five refurbished FM-9. The standard bag held two hundred and fifty rounds. The machine shop that made the devices for our drones made up the new larger ones that held five hundred rounds.We had a rack full of the FM-9; most were new, some refurbished. We used. I wanted to feel his cock so bad, I could feel it press against my bum, sliding up and down in between my butt cheeks. I squirmed and begged and eventually God trusted his cock inside of my ass. He told me that it was as if I had a switchboard on my back, that he could control me. He could completely control what I was experiencing. His fingers on my back, when he pushed the one switch up and down he could make me feel everything including the pain or he could make me feel really numb down. "Now on all fours, bitch!" She went down, even licked her lips like a good little cat. Greg was laughing out loud, and even gave me a high five. "Sit down in the arm chair, man," I told him. "Just like we talked about it." He quickly stepped back and threw his clothes to the floor. He sit down in the arm chair and spread his knees, so there he was, completely naked and waiting for my lover to satisfy him. "Crawl to him like a bitch in heat," I ordered. Karen just did so, swaying her sexy hips..