Many times, full of King Arthur stories, he had leapt a make-believe moat to attack the two worn steps of this rampart and assault this creaking door,...this well-defended portcullis. Not this time. Then he remembered the rider and listened, standing as still as he could and taking in all the familiar smells. Just buzzing flies and dripping water, no voices.Even with the doors wide open, the store was tropically hot and attic stuffy. Nothing stirred the sticky paper spiraling from the cross. They all were naked and chained by a collar around their neck and forced to crawl on all fours like dogs being led by a male owner. I was going to be presented differently. I was dressed in a tight corset and black choker used for a collar and lace panties with a vibrator in my ass and pussy. I was gagged because I could not surpress my moans. They all proceeded forward as did I.When I presented I was walked in like all the other girls. On all fours with a leash attached to a collar being led. FIONA THEN CAME IN AND STARTED RUMMAGING IN THE BOTTOM DRAWER. WITH HER BACK TO ME I OPENED MY EYES FULLY AND STARED AT HER CUNT AS SHE BENT OVER THIS TIME WITH HER LEGS SLIGHTY APART. HER PUSSY LIPS OPENED A LITTLE AND I WAS GIVEN A LOOK AT HER PINK INSIDES, BETWEEN HER LEGS I COULD SEE HER MASSIVE HOOTERS SWINGING TO AND FRO AND MY COCK FELT LIKE IT WAS GOING TO ERUPT. I COULD FEEL PRECOME OOZING FROM THE TIP AND THE DUVET BECOME DAMP. SHE SPENT ALOT LONGER BENDING IN THE DRAWER FLAUNTING. “So, what is so important?” I ask a bit impatiently as I sit down on one of his chairs.My son Steven stands in front of me looking down and says, “I want you to suck my cock.”“Excuse me, did I hear you right? Did you just ask me to suck your cock?” I query.“Well, actually that was wrong of me,” Steven says looking down at the floor. As his gaze shifts to my eyes he rephrases. “What I meant to say is you are going to suck my cock. I’m not asking you, I’m telling you that you will.”“And what the.