Miss Styles took her sissified son by the hand and led him to her vanity.Without thought or hesitation Johnny naturally sat down crossing his legsand ...laced his hand in his ladies lap. The boy had become delightfullydocile delicate. He was obedient to his mistress mother and adhered toher every detailed wish. Samantha's design was inescapable; she wascreating him to be what she so desired him to be. A perfect proper prissyprincess who treated his mother like the queen she truly was. She handed. My parents brought me up very strictly; I was not even allowed to watch any TV programmes that they didn't approve off. So my idea of what's normal is very sketchy. My Husband tells me I'm lucky to have him and of course he's right. He is tall, dark and handsome, with a very good and well paid job in the City. He always treats me nicely and cares for my every need. His hard cock makes me feel nice almost every time we fuck. But he is the only man I've ever known properly, I've known other men. Finding each other in the summertime crowd would be the first challenge.It turns out that finding a place to park was even harder. Every parking lot was full, every street was jam-packed with people and cars. Driving from one lot to the next only to find it full was frustrating. I kept looking at the time panicked that she would give up and leave. I had to settle for parking ten blocks away from our designated meeting spot. I was rushing through the crowd like a salmon swimming upstream. . He shoved my head onto him, as the bastard pulled my hair. In the corner of my eye, I noticed that Victor’s crotch was wet; my lovely hubby had come as he watched the black man forcing my mouth so hard.Benson also noticed it and he laughed loud, ordering Victor to pull down his trousers and show that cum dripping little white dick.Hubby slowly slid his trousers down. His eight hard inches were sticky, coated with his own white spunk. Benson laughed again, pulling me into a kneeling position,.