As soon as it was completely erect, he pulled it out of my mouth. I tried to keep hold of it, but he pushed me away. My eyes were shut, but I could f...el him grip my by the hips and turn me over onto my stomach. I felt his weight on me from behind, squashing my tits painfully under my chest. He reached down to grab his dick, and I could feel him working it back and forth in my ass crack. He found the entrance to my asshole, and started to push his cock inside of me. I moaned, not from. I cried because I knew someone was going to be hurt and I couldn’t stop it. It must have been an hour or more when I heard a tapping on my door. I didn’t respond and I heard my mother’s voice. ‘Petey? Petey please open the door and let me in. I have some dinner for you. You missed supper.’ Nothing more for a moment, then ‘Please? Peter, please let me talk to you.’ I had no choice. She was my mother and she said please. What could I do? I turned the lock and than moved quickly back to sit on. " I feel much better. Where are you?," she asked."I'll ask the questions. You obey. Sit in the chair in the middle of the room, and tell me what you see."She hadn't noticed it in her rush, but he had rearranged the table and chairs. The chair was set about 10' from the window, facing the window. She didn't like the prospects of being seen by someone in the neighboring hotel. She quickly sat down, hoping that Steven would get this over with. "I can see a building across the street." How many. " she said over her shoulder as sheexited the room. She returned carrying a hard rubber cylinder fixed to aleather strap and a pair of scissors. She used the scissors tocut through the pantyhose wrapped tightly around my head. Ipushed the wadded panties out of my mouth with my tongueand licked my dry lips. Sylvia noticed how dry they wereand had me pucker as she applied lipstick to them. Then shewedged the cylinder between my teeth and buckled the straparound my head. "We used to use these in.