Seeing movement, she looked up and away from his prick, holding a finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet, though simultaneously grinning from ear ...o ear. Steven was bound to the bed, spread-eagled. Mom had secured his wrists and feet with several soft scarves, along with covering his eyes. In addition to that, I noticed he also had a ball-gag stuffed in his mouth, unable to speak. But what truly drew my eyes, was the fact mom had put on some sort of cock-ring around his dick, as well as his. When he withdrew I opened my eyes and saw his smiling face. I knew when the next thrust would occur and needed to prepare myself. The cock buried itself again and again, I screamed, I felt my lower lips stretch to accommodate the huge fuck-club impaling in my womanhood. He continued to pile drive the immense cock into my pussy. With a few shallow motions he was slid his meat until his heavy balls banged against my thighs as I started moaning wanting him to fuck me harder. At the same time. Really? How closely was she monitoring me? I was scared, but I was also getting hard thinking about her watching me. Were there cameras in our house?Clara didn't get home until 9:30. She still looked amazing in that suit. I ached to embrace her, push her against the wall, and kiss her hard on the mouth. One look told me that would not have been well-received. She was angry. I decided to throw myself on her mercy."I'm sorry," I said."What?" I'm sorry. I came without your permission." I know,". It even got to the stage that I was looking forward to our sessions. It was impossible not to, seeing how much enjoyment Donna was getting from them, and seeing that there were no negative consequences in the rest of her life. Donna did not turn into a too-frequent pain, or any sort of pain at all. She'd matured in the intervening year, which I guess was only to be expected considering how traumatic some of it had been, plus living with Vanessa, Prof and Julia had effects too.Bottom line: it.