"Well good morning to you too, darling" Katherine replied a trifle sarcastically, but with a grin at her only child, before adding with a trace of con...ern "I take it that you had a good night from your beaming face. Did he treat you properly?" For sure, mum, he was not only a real gentleman, but he was so considerate and generous as well. I've got my own bedroom and it's huge with a big bed, lots of wardrobes, not that I need them, and a dressing table with a stool and my own bathroom that's so. I was lead with my head on the pillow with my body under the sheets. She was on top of the sheets facing away (topsy-turvy) pointing her lovely bum towards me. She was doing this on purpose as she knows I love her bum. It’s got a lovely shape to it and has just the right amount of cushion.I had finished my programme and rolled over towards her to go to sleep. The next thing I know she has thrusted her bear foot into my face. I thought this is odd but decided to go with the flow. I thought to. I could almost picture every moment of her evening as she joined up with her new friends, and began to experiment with tying each other up, and spanking each other, and forced sex acts.It was all pretty coincidental, really. When I imagined that she was being anally raped by her new friends at night, I could see Anne having difficulty walking the next day. When I imagined that she spent the night being whipped until her back was raw, I could hear her cursing the sting of the water in the shower. We synchronised our actions while each of us either accelerated the sensations our fingers gave us or eased back a little without being obvious to avoid the inevitably mis-synchronised orgasms.I was in her thrall and as our panting grew louder and the sound of our juices escalated, she just gave a little nod of her head and we tumbled into that place where time stops still, the brain (sorry, hypothalamus) doesn’t quite know what’s going on, and wave after wave of sheer pleasure bounces from.