Again Bobby waited a nervous 30 minutes when he heard his mother go from the bathroom to her bedroom, a few minutes later she called out to him, "Read...." Yeah," was her son's only reply, and Bobby could feel his dick was rock hard already and he hadn't seen or done a thing yet.Ruth walked into the lounge and Bobby turned the TV off, he wanted his full attention on his mother. Ruth strode unhesitatingly up to her son; she was wearing a light floral skirt with a blouse -- no pantyhose. Ruth. Finally, with a new look of determination on her softly sculpted features, she reached up and jabbed the button. Repeatedly. No sound came from within the house. Of course, she thought. The doorbell just had to be broken. The perfect start to my first paid modeling gig. With another quavering sigh, she reached up and rapped the door with her knuckles. The door was massive, thick mahogany; it went well with the equally massive Tudor mansion, the vast house she was standing in front. When we arrived to my apartment, James put down my grocery on top of my dinner table; we begin to stare at each other eyes with passion. We begin to hug and kiss, like we never had been kiss before. I say to James ‘Relax yourself; get comfortable I will put something on sexy’. James begin to take off his clothes, strength out on my bed, I have put on a mini tin top shirt with the word say ‘fuck me’ on it. The shirt only cover half of my 46D cup tits with my nipples hard and show, nothing at. Luke called out, "Don't leave me like this, why am Irestrained? Let me go!"There was no response. Luke shouted the same request and tried to stamphis feet. Again no response. This continued for a few minutes as Lukebecame increasingly anxious.Suddenly he felt his nose being pinched closed and, as he gasped forair, a ball gag was inserted and secured behind his head. "Less noisenow, I do not appreciate being told what to do by someone in yourposition. I will return when I am ready."Luke didn't.