‘No, Mom, I am sorry.’ ‘How can you handle that?’ I asked. ‘Hug me, Mom, and I will go to the lavatory and relieve myself again thinking abo...t you, as you said.’ I knew it was wrong, but I looked at his hard drooling dick, heard the water running in both suites and I opened my arms, smiled, and said “Come here, Sweetie!’ My boobs were pressed against his chest and his cock right up against my belly. We stayed there for a few seconds, and when we split there was a string of pre-cum from his. We were both old enough to know what was going on and as I have mentioned in several stories before, we became sexually active with the old man, but this incident is about something with a slight twist to it, Sandra, who was slightly more developed than I was, had a fetish, she wanted to be a 'Pony-girl', and sent off to the UK for a bridle, reigns, plumes, and crop and the man over there sent a tail, with real horse-hair connected to a butt-plug, asking her to send him some photos with it. With each smack on her ass, Darla felt feelings of both pleasure and pain that she had never known before, as she quickly came to realize that she would do whatever she could in the future to again experience the feeling of being dominated so completely. Yet despite her love of being the victim, Darla knew that she had to beg, only so that she could make her captor pleasure her more. Darla, as the blows of the leather landed on her behind, begged and screamed to be released, which prompted. “Let me show you what a happy fellow he can be!” he offered, as he began to move down my chest. He took first my right and then my left nipple in his mouth, rolling his little pink tongue in a circle around each until he felt them pucker in ecstacy, while I ran one hand through his glossy brown hair and the other across his silken back. As he moved to my belly button the hand that had been playing with my ball sac began to knead the ridge that ran from my scrotum to my ass hole. Then he.