“I am not sure but it looks like a stage,” Michelle replied. There was a moan and they both looked over and saw their mother slowly sit up blinkin... like they had. Tossing her blond hair over her left shoulder Michelle helped her mom get up.Matt ran has hands through his short brown hair and rubbed his clear blue eyes again. Now that he could see clearly, Matt could in fact see a draped off area behind them a crew of some sort to his right and a woman to his left. She looked Asian, maybe. My heart hammered as I realized what that meant for me and my fears were confirmed when she started another downward stroke, but this time twisting her hand around my shaft as the stroke descended.This round I lost track of the strokes because about every five or six strokes I got hit with the box! It didn't help that she began to pull on the nipple clamp chain periodically and it all made it hard for me to keep track and I began to focus more on my breathing and keeping my body under control.. “Good girl. Now I want you to squeeze my stuff out of you while I watch. Go ahead girl, you can do it.” Laying on my back, I placed my heels by my ass and started to contract my vagina, trying to work the semen from my cunt as my young black lover watched. I looked at him and asked, “How old are you?” “I am nineteen, how old are you?” I smiled and saw no reason to lie about my age, “I am old enough to be your mother. I am thirty-nine, almost forty years old,” I answered as I strained to push. This is part of my whole fetish, wanting to escape the competition that comes from an alpha male. What better way to escape that competition? Why, by fully accepting your inferiority and humiliating yourself until the alpha no longer considers you competition. Also, by changing the competition paradigm into a paradigm where the beta male pleasures the alpha. This fantasy of mine comes from the exhaustion of trying to compete with alpha males and the eventual realization and sexualizing of my.