It was like one orgasm led to the next to the next to the next. I thought I would have some kind of control over this and be able to have fun like he ...as clearly having every time he gives you the “thumbs up” or looks at the camera while fucking me. But, as you can tell—I never recovered enough from his first thrust. He used me exactly the way he wanted. And at the end, when he pulls out and jerks his load all over my ass and back, I guess I should just tell you that I had just cum again right. (She frightens me, Sir. She is all ice and stone--I sense no humanity in her. I still remember when you took me to her home, threatening to loan me to her while you were out of town, she was like an automaton with her slaves, not even displaying a certain satisfaction in her dominance over them; no pride of ownership, no pleasure in their beauty--nothing. Even her names for them show her complete disinterest: Cuntslave and Cockslave. I am endlessly grateful that you did not follow through with. A handful of creamy white flesh that moved each time she did.I was enthralled and pressed my nose against the dirty window.Jim's hands moved upon his mom's bosom in a very non son-like way. To me, it looked as if he was rough with those round globes. Pulling the nipple in all directions, squeezing the flesh violently and pinching the nipples between thumb and forefinger. Gloria's reactions were anything but negative to this stimulation of her chest, she was gasping into her son's mouth as his. She looked at me and shrugged, and I shrugged back, trying to act casual. She put her bag on her lap and continued looking at her phone. It was clear she had just come from her office. I could see a blazer folded on the top of her bag. A few strands of carefully pinned hair had slipped loose around her ears. I tried to ignore that, to not think about the hot girl sitting on my lap. Although the pressure of her ass against my crotch, combined with the vibration of the train made it difficult. I.