Then I pumped it up. As I was pumping it up I kept moving it in and out trying to find when it was tight enough. One thing was certain; an empty bladd...r was a necessity. I could feel the ridges on it as it expanded. I counted the pumps on the squeeze bulb; it took 5 to have the right fit. The knots were deep enough that my exterior muscles held it in but it would still move around a little to work its magic on my G spot. I lay on the bed and stroked it like I was jerking on a cock and I watched. The following week, I was in turmoil again, thoughts running through my head a million miles a minute. I mean, what was I doing? I knew, or rather thought, it was wrong, you’re not gay, I kept telling myself. Karen and I had a LOT of sex that week. Maybe I could fuck this out of my head, I guess I thought. Still, my brain always went back to how good it was; the incredible explosive orgasms. When Karen went down on me, I found myself wishing it were John, or at the least wishing she were as. ?Thefollowing day Tommy had held the very same belt over his Mother whilst rippingto shreds her ?Working Costume? of tight red dress and lacy quarter cup bra, blackstockings and suspenders and it came as no surprise to Tommy to discover hisMother wore no thong or panties.The beating Tommy had given his Mother withhis father?s belt was severe but he had been careful and controlled enough towhip the leather only over her Buttocks, back and thighs knowing it would bebest if, outwardly at least his. She hooks it around my waist as I move to hold her firm arse in my hands. She wraps her other leg around me as I begin thrusting in and out faster. At the same time, kissing you as I look into your eyes. I fuck her harder as we both moan out, not caring who hears us.Rachel sucks on my tongue as her fingers grab my arse.Then whispers into my mouth "Fuck me Jim, don't hold back do me here and now." Oh God!" she moans out as I grab her arse in my hands.She tells me that she loves the full feeling.