Diaphragm. Change clothes if you want, but something with a skirt.”“Where are you taking me?” she asked. There was no sense pretending she had a...choice.“My place.”“To eat?”“Sure. I won’t starve you.”His place was a one-bedroom apartment in a rental building. It hardly competed with hers, not even having a doorman; but it was no slum. The meal was Korean take-out. “Now,” he said when they had finished, “I’ve been thinking. I’m used to contracts. This isn’t enforceable, and I won’t pretend that. I think people should have some mystery in their lives, it keeps things interesting." Yeah," Dan affirmed. "It definitely does." So," She paused, "how wild a time are you looking for?" As wild as I can get it, of course." He replied becoming interested in the conversation. "There's no such thing as a bad experience. Just some are better than others. You don't have to be wild to be good and some times wild can be bad." Ooh, uh huh." She agreed. "I've never had a bad time, but I've been bad." I. I felt it building deep in my stomach, my balls getting firmer with each rotation of Jane's hips. It was too much, I pulled Jane's mouth to mine as I felt my hot cum burst from my cock, covering our bodies, mixing with her juices coating our bodies. I just lay there in shock as Jane came and lay by the side of me. We just held each other as our bodies struggled to come to terms with the intense passion between us. We touched each others bodies gently brushing and stroking in a loving tender. Looming over Abigail once again, he said, "It seems your Cunt! Can't seem to resist the stimulation, even if it's from me, your very own seed. Huh!" Abigail felt a most profound humiliation as she realised Ethan was right. He was her son, and his tongue had managed to draw out such a reaction from her. She was so ashamed of herself, as even now she could feel the juices of her vagina continue to flow in anticipation. What had happened? Why had her son tied her up and proceeded to threatened.