That noneof this was real. Even as the room itself creaked and heaved like aliving creature, I knew that this scene was taking place inside myhead.The...only problem was, I wasn't alone."How's my favourite new thrall?" Her voice was playful and teasing asbefore, a stark juxtaposition to the way thick beads of tar rolled offher skin like water from a ducks back. She stood at the end of my bed,no longer satisfied with looking like Faye, she had taken on a form ofmy raven-haired doppelganger. "Been. I was just beginning to address the question of how far into the Kim-Chee Murphy had dragged us when the audit report showed up. The fucker had been skimming accounts to the tune of about $2 million. I asked the audit guy if he could trace the money and he said that it was wired to several accounts in the BCC, which is the National Bank of Cuba.I was puzzled. It looked like Murphy was feathering his nest in a place where we couldn’t extradite him. That made some sense, but why Cuba? Murphy. She felt her son wriggling and holding her closer and she felt tingles that she hadn't experienced in a long time. She pressed back and could feel her son getting hard as his cock pressed against her ass. Tommy began breathing heavier and grinding his hips. Mary began to rub her nipples and opened her legs slightly allowing her sons cock to touch her pussy. She thought her son must be having a dirty dream as his groans got louder and the thrusts got harder. Tommy was now fully erect and twice. ”“Make it ready and fuck me there. Fuck me until you cum.”“Yes Mistress. Thank you Mistress.”“You’re welcome Krissy,” she muttered, taking her position. His tongue began its work. “Masturbate my cock, Krissy,” she told him. “Give it a good tugging.” She had moved it up, so he had access to her pussy, but the base still pressed against her pubic bone, just grazing the upper base of her clit.“Yes Mistress.”The masturbating seemed to help excite him. The man was definitely on the gay side of the.