You move to get off the bed and I put my hands down to my sides and ball them into fists.“Don’t test me,” I growl, no longer amused.Your face go...s defiant and you get up on your knees. You throw the knife at me and just miss my bad arm. I watch it skitter across the floor and hear the click, click, click of the cuffs tightening. I rush the bed to scare you and you back away, huddling at the extent of the cuffs. I sidle closer to your face and kiss your lips. I can taste the salt of the tears. It was a kiss that soon went from longing to intensely passionate, their lips and tongues moving in perfect, hungry rhythm. He missed this, the taste of her, the rivers and hills of her body underneath his too-anxious palms: the smell of her skin, her neck, her hair. He could hardly keep himself from shaking with anticipation. Every inch of her carried his favourite tastes and scents. He loved her eager responses in their small, intimate touches: mouth on his ear, breath on his neck, the way. On Sunday, Lizzy was out late celebrating her 18th birthday and went to bed after midnight. Monday morning dawned and Lizzy slept thru the alarm. Her mother was shaking her and telling her to get up."Shit!" she thought. "First day and I'm late." It was 8:10 am when she knocked on Mrs. Jamison's door.Sarah Jamison kept looking at the clock. By 8:03 am she was peeved, by 8:05 am she was indignant and by 8:10 am, just mad. She let the raven haired beauty in and it was lecture time. Sarah had a "no. But a woman has also got to orally please hard man”“You used to suck dad’s cock mom?”“Yes”“And did he lick your sweet cunt?”“Not much”“Then the old bastard didn’t get as much pleasure as he should have”“Will you lick me?”“Of course”I dove between my mothers thighs and started sniffing at her cunt. I slowly started licking her and drove my tongue up her sweet hole. I licked and savored her for some time.“Don’t you want your wife to suck you son?”“I do mom but she doesn’t like it”“Come on sit.