We boarded and the gondola began moving on the large waterway called the Grand Canal. After a while, I realized that we were heading towards a little ...anal that departed from the large one. As soon as we reached that narrow waterway, Mistress took a red collar and a chain leash out of her purse and collared me in front of the man. I began blushing.She whispered in my left ear, “Take off your top.”You can imagine my inner reaction. My face jumped to a red hot chili pepper dark red, my neck was. "You are married, Mrs. Vacstid," I moaned, as I twitched. "What my husband doesn't know, won't hurt him," she replied, bringing her breasts to my lower chest. She pushed them onto me and my mouth opened up widely. My eyes were on her face for some time, but they soon drifted down towards her sizable boobs. "Do you like it when I push my tits onto you? Do you like it so much that you'll splash my stomach with your seed? Will it be just be because I'm rubbing your cock ever so slowly, or will the. As I laid in my bed imagining all this, my fingers had found their way to my wet pussy and as I moaned your name, I could feel my body tingle and my imagination took me further towards orgasmic bliss. My eyes closed once again and I was transported back to my fantasy. You were still on top of me and you slid all the way inside my tight wetness. My nails dug into you shoulders as you filled every inch of me. You started to move a little, sliding your man hood in and out of me ever so slowly.. I quivered as I heard Mrs. Thompson dropping her off. I smiled, my futa-dick throbbing before me. I knelt on the floor before her, my tits thrust out and my hands at the small of my back. Pussy cream soaked my bush.The door flew open and my clothed futa-daughter burst in, blonde hair flying around her face. She gasped at the sight of me. Her blue eyes widened. Then her futa-dick twitched beneath her skirt, pressing against the fabric.“Mom!” she gasped.“Welcome home, Mistress,” I cooed. “How can.