I still can not move and the handcuffs are beginning to dig into my back, but this only heightens the sensation of handing control to you, I trust you... maybe this will prove to be a mistake, but I do. Then it happens your finger pushes into me, FUCK, no wait it does not hurt your finger is inside me and instead of pain all I can feel is pleasure, fucking out of this world pleasure, what have I been missing all this time?? I can hear your breathing quicken, god you are enjoying this too, that. .." I don't know what it is, but there's something so, so exciting about a thunder storm," Helen murmured. "Exciting and frightening. It makes me feel all nervous and jittery inside..."At that very moment, there was a blinding flash of light outside the window and everything went dark. A half a moment later, the room was shaken by a deafening crash of thunder. "Oh, my Goodness!" Mark heard his mother say under her breath. "You okay?" he asked her, unable to see her in the pitch black. "Uh,. He faked an innocent grinned. "Um, my class before is right there." He pointed behind him in no particular direction. His eyes were glued to her high, round cheeks and brown eyes. Her skin was perfect and her wide mouth was erotic. Did she know he came early to drool over her Asian body?Evan sat at his desk, stretched out his legs and reached for his crotch. Mrs. Beck was wearing his favorite outfit. Once a month he expected to see the gray slacks that clung to her firm ass, and dipped a little. She returned with the copy. The real one was in the Metropolitan Museum of Art which they paid the girls five thousand a month in the Limpa Display Room. It was the world famous sketch of a nude woman on a stallion holding onto its long mane."Oh yes, I've seen this in art magazines before. It is so beautiful. Is she truly your mother?" Was!" Lena choked up a little. "Our mother died of a stroke over six months ago. She played the piano beautifully. Tim tells us that Emma plays better but I.