My parents used to have to hide their BDSM lifestyle from me. Learning my mother was a submissive explained so much about me and my desires.“Slut, f...tch the rope and floggers,” Daddy growled as he grabbed my hands and lifted them above my face.“Yes, Father,” Mom purred. She rose with smooth action, her round breasts jiggling before her.She hurried out of the room, her rump swaying. She was such a good sex slave. She didn’t do naughty things like I did. But I didn’t have to worry about that any. He approaches Lillian with an evil grin and pauses to brush her turgid nipples. ?Don’t lose your balance.? Lillian sobs, rocking on her toes. She isn’t as much standing as she is balancing. Her predicament is delightfully wicked. She can either stand and brave the current or hang by her tits and avoid it. I’m eager to find out which it will be, though Lillian is not. Her cries are downright frantic, reaching impossible levels of terror.?It’s time for a go-go!? I laugh.The current stabs. Before, after such a high, she had been able to stop, to rest, settle and return to earth, occasionally a second high would ensue, if her partner was capable, but this time that damned machine mechanically kept up its attack, it churned on, her clitorise taking the brunt, thud, thud, thud regular and steady strokes, again her body reacted, then again, and again, thud, thud, thud, thud her head back now in one long groan of climatic joy such as she had not ever experienced, the vibrating rubber. “Sit on Santa's lap and tell me what you want for Christmas.” Andrea flashed a sultry smile and wiggled onto Mark’s lap, feeling the bulge growing in his pants. It didn’t take much to get Mark excited. Biting her lower lip, Andrea murmured, “Let’s see, I have few things on my list. Don't know if I’ve been nice enough to deserve them.” Mark wrapped his arm around her slender body and kissed her neck. “Tell me, naughty girl,” he whispered. “What do you want for Christmas? Just don’t tell me about.