Move over!" He ordered her as he climbed onto the bed and laid next to her. Dena moved enough to let him on the bed so he could lay down. Brady lay on...his back next to her. "Work your magic on my cock." Dena rolled over and positioned herself so her face was next to his semi-erect cock. She took it in her mouth and nursed it back to full erection. Brady laid there with his hands behind his head watching his mother work his cock like a hungry whore. He knew he had her. Now it was time to seal. Brian’s lips mashed into mine as his tongue probed inside me and explored every nook and cranny of my mouth. He breath was stale and he obviously not only a heavy smoker but also a heavy drinker too.Tears ran down my face and I sobbed. Partly for the pain in my arse, across my back, on my scrotum and my nipples, partly for the sheer humiliation of the situation I had let myself bee drawn into. I was now their slave; their sex object. I knew that whenever they called, I would be there and would. You don't even believe what you're saying, but in front of you is a clearly dead man, reaching behind your back to unclasp your bra. You stare back at his red eyes, there's a certain allure about them."Is it true? This is insane." "It's true." A chill creeps down your spine, you hoped he wouldn't say that. The coldness of the room makes your nipples erect. "But how can you even..? you curl your lipfeel this kind of desire." "I grow tired of your endless questioning." "I'm sorry"He reaches. "Be careful not to pull it out too far or the contents will fall to the floor." Those contents, a series of leather articles, one of which would shortly be the object of Mistress Pam's attention, had long since been the subject of his fantasy. In spite of this, the next few minutes would seem like an age as he fearfully fumbled around the interior of the cabinet, heart beating, adrenaline pumping in anticipation of a journey which would translate that fantasy into reality. It was a journey.