Please?..mistress." Her cuffs detached from the belt and Ayla gasped in relief. And then Ayla said something she did not expect herself to say... indeed it was almost as if she was hearing someone else say it. She said, "Thank you, Mistress." Claudia smiled, "Good girl." Then she turned back to her husband and said, "Let's record some of the cuffs manipulations and subject reactions for the database, dear." Ayla was unceremoniously put through her paces. Not only the. I decided to watch it out if anything is happening the next night. Truly I wished there should be something happening.Night 2:The next night decided, I didn’t sleep. I acted like I have slept. After about 15 minutes I heard some hushy voices of them talking. Yes, Gopal has come near the bed and is doing something, which later I opened my eyes fully and looked. It was the scene of my life- He has lifted my mom’s nighty and is sucking, which definitely should be her pussy. She has lifted her legs. She kept it in a bun on her head. I figured she was around sixty. Not bad looking for a granny. She dressed all business. Skirts and blazers. She was all authority no bs kind of boss. Several nights we would work late. She gave challenging things to do and I really liked that. She started to like me and she started to let her guard down a little, she acted more like a person. She even made a little joke and laughed a really sexy laugh. That night when I went to sleep I had one of the best wet. I begin to thrust immediately. Long, slow strokes, plowing through the soft, wet flesh of her pussy. I feel it wrapped around my cock, clenching my shaft. Her trembling hands grab my buttocks, urging me on.“Yes!” she whispers. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”I increase the rhythm, plunging deeper into her succulent hole. Gasping with pleasure she throws her head back and spreads her legs wide, allowing me to penetrate her again and again. Whimpering and shaking, she’s already on the verge of another.