That look. Oh boy. I did not expect him to be a virgin saint. I did however expect him to be safe and be there when I needed him. Like now. I believed...in Domestic Discipline over a Leather Lifestyle. I was always the female Dominant, but the Mistress in the bedroom. My slut was always a slut but in the bedroom I got to scold him for being a dirty fucking slut. For fucking others or whatever other discipline came to mind. Usually it came down to me using my slut like the toy he was meant to be.. I enjoyed it very much. How can I help?"They exchange a glance and then both face me. He smiles at me and replies. "Were you turned on, watching us?” I look at her and flush scarlet, giving a small nod in response. "Did you get hard seeing my girl fuck me on your train? Do you want to taste her pussy? Would you allow my darling girl to suck your cock while I watch?"I clear my throat and consider this sexy proposition. I am speechless as I process his words and my eyes travel from one to the. "I'm HotMom!" Carly had momentarily forgotten the new email names Stephen had created for them. She logged on to that account and immediately saw a message from EagerSon, Stephen's secret email. Her heart was pounding as she opened the message.fr: eagerson to: hotmom My one and only HotMom ... I am burning for you right now. I've arranged a place for us to meet and I think I may explode in anticipation. I want you so badly. I can't wait to feel my hands and lips on you ... and my cock in you.. “My God Cassie! You were right. He must have the largest balls here.” Said her mother. “Will he cum much on my cake mother?” she asked. She answered Cassie “he will cum as much or as little as you wish.” Cassie held one testicle in each hand and smiled saying to me, “I want you to cum as much as you possibly can on my cake, please.” I responded, “Yes ma’am.” The whispy teenager moved her face just inches away from my cock and balls. She started inhaling deeply enjoying the smell of my meat. She.