"Absolutely perfect."I leaned back up and began to move in and out of her tight little hole, I loved watching my cock going into her body and I loved ...he way her rectal muscles gripped it as if to keep it inside her and most of all, I loved the enigmatic smile on her face as she looked up at me."Tell me, Johnny," she hissed. "Tell me what you're doing to me." I'm fucking you, mum." I began moving in and out faster. "I'm fucking your bum hole, I've got my big, hard cock in my mother's. Well, some might, but I like to have mine with me. I mean, although I make a career out of taking other people’s, I still find a certain comfort in knowing I have my own with me. It’s just one of those things. Of course, understandably, I’m naturally cautious when it comes to mine – you’re never quite sure what kind of undesirables are going to cross your path when you’re out and about. But that’s not to say pick-pocketing isn’t an honourable profession, it has a proud tradition. It’s just that. Cupping her cheeks, he found her lips and felt the burning pressure in his chest expand, traveling through his body like an unstoppable fire. She was soft. So soft. Softer than he imagined. Warm and sweet. She tasted like berries and chardonnay, the flavor exploding in his mouth and making him gasp against her lips. Her lips that were molding to his, yielding and delicate, their mouths moving as if in a perfectly choreographed dance. She followed his lead at first, then took charge, flicking. "I present to you slave and slut. They are, indeed your entertainment for the evening. Use them as you wish. However, if you are not sure about anything really kinky, ask me first. Otherwise, here you are! Where's the beer?" The crowd laughed at the last remark, as a frat brother of Joe's led Pat over to the beer. Joe took Kate's chain, as a young woman named Patty said, "My god! Is that chain fastened to what I think it is?" Master, soming back into the room said, "Why yes. The slut's chain is.