Her body was bouncing violently where she lay over the back of the large living room chair. Mother was a petite woman - and so, to make her the correc... height for my cock, her bare feet were not even touching the floor. She was balanced upon her hips, high above the floor and even the seat of the heavy chair, bent in an inverted 'v'.I liked to torment her like this - pushing the boundary between what mother verbally voiced and what how her body reacted. I can never get her to admit that she. I flinched. She smiled."She's sick," Blair whispered.I nodded, and we got out of there. We explored the rest of the dungeon. I saw Suzanne's trace at a closed door. I was tempted to open it, but if there were men inside, we wouldn't have surprise on our side or anything. Instead we retreated to the alcove.And ran right into an ambush.Well, not so much an ambush, but another group of people. There were two men and a woman, and she hung limply from their hands. We turned the corner, and there. This was really fun and new!Cathy and I went right upstairs. She said that she had some new dressesfor me to try on and we had to get ready for work in the morning.Back in our bedroom Cathy was holding a beautiful a-line dress. The topwas white with a scoop neckline and the skirt was a very short prettyfloral print. She had me slip it on and it was tight, form fitting.The dress looked beautiful. Cathy commented that my bra straps showedunder the thin white material, and asked if I was OK with. His cock was glistening with precum that had started to trickle down over his hand and onto the chair below. He didn’t care. He was too excited. ‘So this is her?’ Came a message from the stranger at the other end of the internet. ‘Yes!’ Franklin typed. ‘You like?’ He waited feeling his hand tight around his throbbing manhood. He had been hard for what seemed like hours, well only since his wife had retired to bed and he was alone to chat to whoever he wanted. ‘She’s cute. 19 you say? .