He gave a gag-muffled whimper (Allison thought it sounded like a mixture of delight and fear as the spike of her heel brought its pressure to bear) in...response.Allison was holding the flogger. She let the tails tangle so that they were within Lionel’s sight. “Something to encourage you, slave,” she said in a matter of fact tone. “Slaves should be made use of, so I have some tasks for you.” She moved her foot.Lionel gave a grunt and looked up.“First, go to the kitchen. Fetch me a glass of wine. I put my hand onto his hot throbbing cock and adjusted my rhythm to match his, and he rocked back and forth as we jerked each others cocks. His precum was flowing in a continuous dribble, long slimy drips coating my hand and dropping onto the floor.My own precum, was leaking out in such quantity, that his large hand made a squelching sound as he slid my foreskin back and forth over my throbbing cockhead.“I’m going to cum!” I gasped as I felt the sensations building deep inside my prostate. He. Oh fuck...the heat, the grip on my cock. I've never felt something like that before, she squeezed down on my cock and I squeezed back to her while watching her hole move in and out against my rock hard shaft. I moved forward till I was balls deep in her, oh fuck she was wet, hot, tight. Kathy let go, leaned over farther on the ladder and pushed back against me, we both grunted. She reached between her legs to feel if I was really all the way in side of her ass. She said to me "Ohhh. I pulled up my shorts that were lying at my ankles and had become dirty as they were lying in the mud below.Mom looked at them and said, “Remove them son, I will wash them, meanwhile wear your dads lungi which is drying there on the rope.”I pulled the lungi from the rope and tied it around my waist and then dropped the shorts underneath handing it over to my mom for washing. I folded the lungi so that it was above my knees and went near mom. She had sat down and started washing my shorts with.