The candy cane almost disappears with my thrusts, only to reappear again. Do you want a lick when I am finished? I will save you some of my candy cane...“Oh fuck,” escapes your lips. “Fuck.” And you reach for your lotion on your nightstand. Time for a stronger rubdown.I squeeze my legs together as I see you squirt the lotion in your palm, my nerve-endings firing as I imagine the ecstasy your hand is about to bring your aching cock.As your fingers turn white clutching your phone, your hand strokes. She would let out a shriek of frustration every time she saw the word “STOP” The next part of his plan was set in motion. He had watched Susie work herself up to a sexual high and just as she was about to cum, he commanded that she stop touching. Susie had no idea who Nasty was, but was getting more and more under his dominant influence. She seemed to get an extra kick from doing the things a complete stranger ordered. On the third time of her arousal he stopped her again, causing Susie to emit. "Thanks for a nice breakfast mum" I said, "Oh that's okay son, glad you liked it." I then felt my mothers hand move onto my leg under the table and she began to rub it, hmmmmmmmmmmmmm, my young boy cock twitched at the sensation, and I took a deep breath in,"Do you like this?" my mother asked me. "Oh yes, very much I do." I said, my mother then moved her hand up my inner thigh and then she slid her hand to my robe covered crotch and then my mother took hold of my hard young boy cock, "Oh. .. the one that says, “Don’t make me make you regret it.”“Wendy Austin ... Attorney at Law,” I said.“That is a lawyer?” He said, “I expected she’d be a centerfold.”“Exactly my thinking ... until she foxed me into marrying her.”That brought us BOTH to a standstill.The Sheriff made a simple statement, “Does Karen know?”“Yup ... what she said was, ‘Stay out of Colorado.’”“Colorado?”“Common law,” I said. Then I had to explain the circumstances. So ... we’re standing out in the pasture ... and I.