One of the reasons I got job in this video library was that we used to rent blue films cassette from there. I started to fantasies about my mother the..., What she looks like without cloths or how it would be to suck those big breasts of my mother or to fuck her. After that it was daily routine to go to the toilet and toss myself off thinking about her. Sure I felt guilty that I was using my Mother's image to get myself off, but as I look back now I realise that that guilt was what made my. Until then, it had all been her fantasy too, as much as his, or mine. I watched her lip tremble, her jaw set tight, throat tense. Her doe eyes sought mine in a silent plea.But that was the reason for the blackmail. The film was worth more than money to them. Way more. I could put any price on it I liked. Even a sore anus.?Pl ??She started to speak but that was forbidden. I snapped a finger to my lips.?It’s that one.? I said, arms folded. ?Or a bigger one.?I watched her turn onto all fours. She. She shaves my tight balls, then my pubes and my taint. Bend over she grinned. I just wanted to cum on her face so I was willing. Spreading my cheeks with one hand she shaves my ass crack. Pretty pink butt hole she moans. She cleans all the hair off and starts rubbing my asshole, spitting on it then slides a finger in. I moaned like a bitch. Oh you do like that she moans. That’s a good boy! Now I’m the straightest man you ever meet but she is gorgeous and if she gets off sticking a finger in my. When I stroke his head his lovely eyes look deeply into mine.My pulse quickens.He has that magic something; personality, sex appeal, masculinity.I'm drawn by him: want him.Mrs Kemp talks on while I fondle his ears. My gaze falls onto his sheath and again I feel my pulse quicken. It's large, shiny and fascinating. I want it.He rises onto both legs to stand before me, his tail wagging.I can see the red tip of his broad cock protruding up at me.My cunt is fizzing for him to press it against me."Oh.