The slapping sound was definitely coming from in here, and there was also heavy, rhythmic breathing. Yeah, he was definitely pinching one off!Maybe if...I do it slowly, I can open the door a bit and see...?I grabbed the knob and slowly turned it, careful not to make it squeak as I did so. I then gently pushed open the door a crack and peered through it. I only saw the foot of his bed, which was rocking in rhythm with his breathing and jerking. I pushed the door further and saw him leaned up. Iwould always wank him off. Weekends were special, where on most Saturdaynights I was able to relate my feelings for him fully, by dressing as awoman for him, underwear, make-up, clothes and hair. Occasionally in theexcitement of pleasuring my man I would accidently get cum over mumsblouses and skirts, sometimes to the point of them getting stained, andsmelling of his sex.Mother was never suspicious of what was going on upstairs, or maybe didrealise what was going on. He would spend maybe a. After what seemed to be hours, a spinning sensation took him.When he regained his composure, he was standing naked in cage. He was in a dungeon filled with all the items a Mistress could dream for: Whips, chains, dildoes, wood crosses, gynecologic table... They were all there, plus several objects he could not tell the use of.The dungeon was covered with heavy padded rubber, and the smell was intoxicating. He would have appreciated it he had been in control. But in this case, he was feeling. My pussy. My ass. His tongue... he is fucking his tongue way up my ass... good... so good..."Carmen tried to control her hips but Bill's tongue in her rear was driving her crazy, and she whimpered as Theresa reached out to touch her matted hair. They were facing each other across Bill's broad belly, measuring each other, and then the distance between their lips disappeared, and they were kissing like mad over the naked man's massive form. It was a wild, hungry kiss and Theresa wondered how long.