Margaret couldn’t believe the state of her conflicted emotions and found herself uncontrollably moving toward her son’s room. She was happy that S...an forgot to close his door all the way, so she took a quick peek. Her jaw dropped from the scene before her, Stan was lying on his back naked with his fist gripping tightly to his big throbbing young cock. Margaret’s pussy responded in a wash of fluid, its hot stickiness dripped down the inside of her thighs. On trembling legs she continued to watch. The hem of my skirt was up around my thighs. I could see somebare flesh peeping out above the stocking-top of my right leg. My legswere wide apart. If there had been anyone else in the room they wouldhave had a clear view of my knickers. I put my right hand on my rightknee and let my fingers slide up the inside of my leg, stroking mysmooth stocking, then up over the shiny stocking-top, then across theexpanse of bare thigh. I imagined for a moment that the fingersreaching up my skirt belonged to. She wrapped another scarf across my mouth and knotted it behind my head. Then she replaced the shawl and hood. ‘There. That should do. You are not just a maidservant. You are a pert and insolent maid who is being punished. You will stay like that until we reach Aunt Gloria’s. She will see that you are soundly whipped.’ I couldn’t protest. I was too soundly tied and gagged. What sort of woman had I asked to marry me? I had time for such reflections as we bowled down Wantsumford Manor’s long. Hum dono ne pizza khaya uske bad hum dono ek dusre ko kiss karne lage uske bad wo meri salwar suit nikal kar meri chuchi ko meri bra ke upar se hi dabane laga aur uske bad usne meri bra nikal diy aur mujhe kiss karne laga aur meri chuchi ko dabane laga aur meri chuchi ko chusne laga main bhi garam ho gayi thi uske bad mera boyfriend meri panty ko nikal diya aur meri chut ko chatne laga hum dono ke dusre ko kiss kar rahe the uske bad main bhi apne boyfriend ka lund chusne lagi aur uske bad mera.