Perhaps she had told me before and I had just forgotten about it or just didn’t want to believe it.But why did it matter anyway? Whether or not we w...re related by blood no longer mattered at this point. Furthermore, perhaps not being related by blood was even better for my conscience, if I still had any by this given point of time, as I stared at my elegant ‘mother’ of twenty-two years getting ravaged by multiple cocks at once.Cocks were not exactly a foreign entity to her, but rather a. I got the razors and shaving cream and some of my moms leg oil which would keep the hair from growing back so fast. Alec laid down on his stomach with his arms hanging down the side. K, Ill do the shaving , I said. You either had one of two jobs, shaving or messaging. Ill message him then, said Jak. I took some water in my hand and rubbed it on the back of Alecs thighs. Jak put baby powder on his hands and started to message his shoulders and back. Hhhmmmm&hellip,, moaned Alec. I then took the. "Not yet dear. We are in a special place. A private place," Elaine said.Elaine looked at Eugene."Ok. This is what we're going to do. I am going to strip you off those sexy clothes," Elaine said.Eugene giggled.Elaine was removing Eugene's clothes and put them on a bench so that they don't loiter around in the floor. Once Eugene was completely naked and still having her blindfolds on, Elaine led her once more towards some "equipment".Elaine made Eugene sit down on a bench seat attached to this. Yet her style seemed far more intriguing. More careful, mixing pain and pleasure to break down her prey's resistance, confusing their senses until they were hopeless, lost in a maze of sensations. Then, when they were ready, making them not just want, but need and beg pathetically for whatever she wished. The way she spoke of punishing and rewarding her toys to bring them to that state, of catching them in a web of hopes, fears and desires, and then making them hers... so enticing, it evoked.