This was not her. So I could only assume it was her friend. Just then I was spun around and pushed to face the window and pushed up against it. My han...s were moved to the front of me against the wall. I was leaning up against the window giving the viewers a good view of what was happening. Who I assumed was WBF was kneeling behind me and she spread my cheeks and started rimming my ass like nothing I have ever experienced. She was not just licking the outside or kissing it, she was tongue. My body tingled strangely enough and I knew I wanted my son to look at me this way - when he was looking at me, he was not looking at Jackie. And when I felt his eyes upon me, I felt rejuvenated - young.His eyes moved down to my ugly slippers and then back up to stop at my chest. After a lengthy few seconds, I tore my eyes from his pleased face and looked down at my own chest. There above the thick sweatshirt I could see that my nipples were pressing aggressively so that they were plainly. She was now gagged, mute, and stuffed. Only one last thing before she was completely helpless. Taking the handcuffs in one hand she rotated around on the bench and lay upon her stomach. The bench was high enough that when she lowered a leg down on either side of the bench, her knees could not reach the ground. In this position, she would not be able to support her weight with her legs, and would have to rest her full mass upon the bench. As well, having her knees splayed apart by the bench also. She liked undressing him. She liked to run her fingers down his chest, to dart her tounge over his nipples. To move her mouth down his neck and over his lips, never quite letting him catch her. She liked kissing down his stomach further and further until she kneeled in front of him, her hands stopped on the fasten of his pants. He would look down and watch her. Watch her fingers move slowly over his erection, pressing hard against the zipper. Straining to be free and in her. In her mouth, with.