So I tell her how I’m angry ‘cause she doesn’t listen and some other stuff that comes into my head while I’m talking. But mostly I’m sitting...there and thinking that she doesn’t look like my Mum anymore. Then Jen takes over and tells us about how she’s feeling and she says what I’m thinking that she doesn’t deserve to be our mother.Then Dad talks and he sounds really sad and he shows Mum (I mean Estelle) that he isn’t wearing his ring anymore ‘cause she broke all her promises and betrayed their. Poor little thing, hanging on my gate, used and discarded."He had never spoken to her like this. Would he turn her away for giving just one wrong answer? Should she beg? Play indignant, or proud? What did he want from her?His fierce stare melted into a wide smile."But how could I possibly discard such a thirsty young woman who knows so well what she wants, and loves. Oh, I did very much like the sound of that - what was it again?"Now she trembled for a different reason. She felt the coolness. "We're ready" she heard him say. She lay back and wondered what delights lay ahead. He returned to the bed. "Stand up" he whispered. "I have a little surprise for you". U stood up. He led her by the hand and positioned her at the end of the bed. He placed her hands behind her back and handcuffed her. No sooner had he done this, then there was a knock on the door. He went to open it. U's heart beat faster. She had only ever done one-on-one. He opened the door and a tall, blond women. Another Martha Jane word. At that point I somehow knew an explanation would be forthcoming. Contented, and learning for the first time what the word "turn-on" would later come to mean, I let her suck me and we continued our lurid whispers and glances. Of course, I did not cum. This was fortunate, in a way, since literally I didn't know what I was missing. But at one point a pang, of sensual tickle coursed through the length of my shaft, and I felt an oozing from me that mixed with her spit and.