With her depending on me primarily for balance, I splayed my hand against the wall behind her for a brace, and began moving in and out of her.I opened...my eyes and blinked; her face was mere inches from mine, watching me intently as the breath hissed in and out of her mouth. A panoply of thoughts expressed themselves across her facial features, as I'm sure was the same for me. Why are we doing this? What will this mean for us? Will we get caught? All that and more rushed through our minds too. I'm 17-years-old and live I with my parents, as of course do most 17-year-olds. My father - Louis - is a 36-year-old jovial giant with dark hair, while my mother Mary is a good-looking 34-year-old brunette with a stunning 36C-23-36 figure. I know that because I went with mum to a dress fitting one Saturday morning, a chore you can just bet I wasn't happy with. Not that with my life I had very much else to do, but I'll get to that in a minute as well.As for me, well that's a rather more. "What are you doing to me?" she managed to wail."Got to clean you out real good, don’t I?" he laughed while slapping her stomach, causing her insides to churn. Her eyes crossed as a buzzing sound filled her ears. She was becoming drunk from her intestines absorbing the wine.When he slapped her stomach again, she screamed. "Please don't. You're going to make it all come out." That's the point." He lifted her and flipped her right side up at the same time so that she was now in his arms, being. "I like a big hard cock, and I don't want to lose it too soon. Onto The bed, now. Head this end. I'll bring some pillows." "Why head this end?" I asked. "There are two big posts and a knob on this end, only two posts at the head. Got to have things to tie you to." I got onto the bed, and she put a couple of pillows under my head. Before I was ready she was snapping a handcuff onto one wrist. I just had time to be aware that it didn't hurt, it must have been lined with something soft, and she.