It’s one of my reader’s sex story which is as follows in his words.My name is Ryan from Goa. I am 20 years old. I am a decent looking boy with a 7...nch tool and 2 inches girth. I am quite handsome with brown eyes. I originally come from a family of four people but now it’s just my mom, sister and myself. My dad left us when I was younger for another woman.The queen of this true adventure is my lovely mother. She is a wonderful woman with a great figure (38D-30-40)and great personality. Now. Given her other options, she could do much better. But I trust her absolutely never to betray me, even with a beautiful woman like you. Even if I don't understand why." You think you are such a terrible match?" Well..." Let me see. You are tall, handsome, strong. I haven't seen you without armour, of course, but you do not seem malformed in any way. You are a Grey Warden, and the only person she knows who could possibly understand what she is going through. What she will go through. You share. You would know what it was like. The rest could be left for the imagination to write.” I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t think properly either. My cock was in her hand and she was masturbating me. How often had I read of this happening to other man, as their wives cajoled them into letting them have sex with other men? Now it was happening to me. “How...what way do you mean?” Trish snuggled closer to me with her lips close to my ear. “Well we could start off by me telling you that I. Then I went to it, a full hand-and-wrist delivery of the flogger across her left breast. She yelped in pain behind her gag, and the breast immediately turned a deeper red. Three more lashes and the red had become crimson. The muffin was now crying out desperately behind her gag.My breath began to come in short gasps more from arousal than the exercise. I could feel my cock begin to stiffen again.More lashes on her right breast, and then with practiced accuracy, lashes on the upper and lower.