I quietly remove my clothes while Mom gazes at me.Mom: (I almost forgot how good he looked.) You may open the first door to your left.The scene behind...the door stunned me. The room looked like one of those basement rooms where you do laundry. I could see the receptionist being hung naked on the far end wall, and her hands were chained to the wall.Her feet are in the air, and she has a red gag ball tied around her mouth. Her legs are also chained to each other.Mom: Before you, you see another of. “Move your hands down, Charlie. C’mon — do it.” And hedid, letting those long fingers trail downward to my thighs. Hepaused and swallowed again, and his big hands began moving backup, under my skirt this time. Little thrill bumps popped out allover my legs as his hands encircled my thighs just below mycrotch. My nipples tightened up and all their nerve endingsswitched on HIGH. I leaned my hips forward a little more andCharlie’s thumbs slid up to the bottom. He paused, waiting to see if he wouldcough again, then frowned.The light dimmed in the little room, taking on a flickering hellishshade as though from firelight, though there was no source like that.It brightened, then it dimmed again. Schiffer coughed and went oncoughing. There was a tightness in his chest and stomach. He pitchedforward, throwing out wracking coughs as the light almost dimmed toblack, then he went backwards, rocking in the chair as the light flasheda bright yellow then. I took her a minute to realise that I wanted her on the edge of the bed on all fours. I roughly slapped her arse. “Hurry up!”. She apologised. I firmly pushed her head onto the bed and pulled one hand from underneath her. She fell forward, now realising what I really wanted, she stuck her arse in the air as far as it could go and put both hands behind her back. “Ready bitch?!”. I didn’t wait for her to answer. I positioned my cock at her entrance and rammed it in in one go. She squealed. I.