“First, tell me I’m not living in a fool’s paradise, that you really are innocent.” I stopped, looked at him in disbelief, then realized it wa... his career, too. “Arthur,” I said, “I never touched the little bitch. What’s the second thing?” “Second,” he said, “stop pacing around with that FUCKING CA…” He had stopped, dead in his sentence. “Cane,” he finished softly. I stopped. He stared at my leg. He reached out and grabbed the cane. “Walk toward me,” he commanded. I complied. “Old war wound?”. To torture her further, I applied a vibrator to it;moving it around and removing it when I felt she was close to orgasm.This I continued for some time; until she was in sexual agony from orgasmdenial. To humiliate her further, I lowered her tight, blue panties andexposed her erect and swollen shecock, and began to touch it and cup hertgurl testicles."MMMppphhh!" You want to cum, don't you, sweetheart?" MMMppphhh!" Whitney screamed through her gag and pleaded with her eyesas she nodded her head. " Mother turned towards her husband watching the replays of the match. "Who won?" she asked him although she wasn't at all interested in his reply. Her mind was still reliving the fucking she'd had at the 'bridge club.' I was pretty shocked when I took in the details and saw the images she was projecting. Never in my life would I have suspected mother of infidelity let alone some of the off-beat things she did. The Bridge games were nothing more than sex swap parties between her, Mary and Jack. Then, I started to do that most natural of movements, in and out, back and forth, and it no longer felt nice. It felt spectacular."When you go in, give an extra little push when you're almost all the way inside me. Um, oh, yes, oh, just like that. Very good. Mmm."As I went in and out, she was also moving herself around in a circle just making it all feel so much better. Oh, and this really had me getting close to cumming."Oh, Brian, oh, honey, oh, push hard, real hard, oooh, ooh…" and her hands.