I was a regular at a nearby beauty salon and enjoyedgetting my legs done. I thought how nice it would be to be a regular atJane's, browsing, buying an... parading in her shop.My new bra was laid out on the bed waiting for me with a firm controlpantie girdle in white satin and some shiny control tights in a lightbrown haze colour. Next came the make-up, slowly applied - foundation andpowder first then mascara, eye shadow and blusher. Finally a maroon redlipstick and lip gloss, all perhaps a little. I suddenly found myself aroused and sporting an incredible erection. The thought of being aroused at seeing my mother bothered me. On the one hand, she was my mother. On the other, she was still a very attractive looking woman at her age, with large shapely breasts and very erotic dark colored nipples capping each one. Added to that the decadent display of her legs widely spread with her hand busily working her cunt had indelibly burned that image in my mind forever.I had been absentmindedly. That was a personal foul on Marcus! and I received fifteen strokes from the whip. That made me ahead in whipping too, twenty to Lisas ten! My tits and the inside of my thighs were streaked red from the lashes. I soon received another five! I was not happy with Marcus or the Cowboys and their penalties, but the guys were loving seeing me punished. Denver drove in for another touchdown and Lisa received a cunt full of jizz. I was still ahead, three loads to her two. The next guy had me sucking. I don’t have to dream up the wetness he’ll feel between my legs because by now my dream alone has made me drenched. He would rip away my panties, forcing his knee between my legs. The rough texture of his jeans would abrade my soft skin only adding friction, torment, and an increasing ache. The hold on my wrist tightens as I ride his leg, trying desperately to gain some form of satisfaction. A satisfaction he isn’t ready to let me have. Matt would rip his lips away from mine and force his.