Jenna lifts her head to look at her legs without trying to move them and see that they are also secured wide apart at the bottom of the frame. She tri...s to call out but cannot. It is then that she feels the ache in her jaw. There is a large ball gag behind her teeth keeping her mouth wide open and stopping her from calling out. She thinks how did I get here? Thinking back to last night she remembers Jenna was out for an end of year drink when two blokes picked her up. She took them back to. Both men were only wearing tight black boxer shorts. With a collar and dickie bow to match. This sent the ladies into giggles and awe as the two muscled men served them all. The meal was good and the wine flowed as the evening wore on. But dessert was to be served in another room. They all rose and made their way to it. In the room was a long table and on that table was lying suzie. She was naked, but across her body was placed the desserts. Mounds of cream and strawberries and other exotic. I guess she’s desperate to have me penetrate her but I tell her to come up onto my face. I need to taste her, like she tasted me. With a thumb eased into her pussy, I suck her clit into my mouth and she grinds eagerly into my face. My tongue is inside her when she cums again and I feel the spasms rip through her, groans and moans turning into a mewling cry. But she’s soon squatting over my cock, slowly lowering onto it. She is so wet, she slides down as deep as she can in one perfect movement.. My husband and I lived a happy and fulfilled life; having and raising a son. And then it ended abruptly...when he was killed in a farming accident!Tommy was eleven then. Growing up I noticed he had a lot of his father's traits, especially his fetish for stocking feet. I always saw him looking at my feet as I always wore hose every day because it pleased his father and I still wear them because I enjoy them so much. Of course, being our son, I had never thought of Tom in a sexual way and so his.