I got on line and started checking out the buy lists for cards. I wanted to make Jane as happy as possible so I also checked auction sites to see what...the hottest stuff was. I started leafing through the pages to see what there was. She had it all sorted by set and some of her drawings in between the sets. Most of it looked like they had just been traced images of Ash and Misty, her two favorite characters (and mine now as well).My AIM account window opened. I had a new contact request. It was. My son was being bathed by me, we shared a bath and were alone. He played and splashed and suckled my breasts, I loved my nipples as they were incredibly sensitive, but a darker secret was my fondling of his penis. My husband would bring a man back from the pub, and my bathing was to ensure I was freshly smelling feminine, I knew I would fuck him and realized from previous experienced to work myself up for a quickie upon penetration, anything more would be a bonus, but I needed that first. .. squirt it into my mouth...) - my crude offeris unmistakable. Idly, I wondered if he would find himself thinking aboutme, later, maybe he would wank himself off, reliving this encounter withmy skillful hand, my pouting lips, my staring eyes...- and suddenly he is coming, his stiffness jerking and pulsing in myfingers, tight, thin jets of white sperm arcingout from the head, landing wetly over my wrist and arm. I flinch back atthe last moment, not wanting this strangers sperm near my face. They were thrown into those sacks ad and spend their whole worthless lives without any change of getting out there on their own inside the dark and raw sacks. The only part of the day when they came out there for about half an hour was when the cruel mistresses decided that it was time for that certain slave to be fed with the crap of any of the orifices from the mistresses. That in fact even for such a prevent guy like I had turned out to be one was the hardest form of sexual slavery I could.