Mom : ohh forget about that and next time lock the door and stop thinking about me while masturbating because that is a wrong thingSaying this, she we...t into kitchen for preparing food. I went in after sometime and caught her waist from back and pressed it slightlyMom : Beta, what are you doing.Me : please dont act mom, you know what I am doing.Saying so, I was licking and sucking and kissing her neck more wildly.Mom : beta..ahh … this is wrong, I am your mother, you cant do this.I didnt. He kissed Sylvia, stroked her, petted her cunt. She started to stiffen under his hand, and he could tell that she was nearing her peak. His own excitement climbed feeling hers. Then she pushed him away.She could have told him if he’d been too rough! But, instead of speaking, she rummaged under her pillow. Then she dropped back in the bed beside him and handed him something. It was a Trojan! “Happy birthday,” she said.“It isn’t my birthday,” he said holding on tight.“All right, then.” Her grab. " If we do that," I replied with a nod, "nothing will keep us apart."November 13, 1985It was six o'clock on a Wednesday evening. I was in my office, talking on the phone with my sweetie, explaining that something highly unusual had transpired."I've finished all of my work for today," I said happily, "and I'm heading out. If you weren't busy studying, I'd say a midweek get-together might be possible." It is possible," said Inez without hesitation. "Come on down. I'll make the time. Anyway,. .. He headed upstairs without making any further comment.Once upstairs, he turned on his monitor in the kitchen. He had full coverage of his 'slave pens'; generally, he recorded everything, and in any case, surveillance was a big part of keeping a slave or other victim in line. This bitch (Dumbjohn forgot her name) definitely came under the heading of 'other victim' -- Dumbjohn couldn't imagine a white slaver who would want her wasted ass. If he was making a slave, Dumbjohn preferred young.