"Play with your pussy whilst I fuck you hard." Again, I do as I'm told. He moves the hand that is tugging on my boobs to my shoulder. Somehow he force... himself deeper. Every time he is fully in me, he pulls my hair hard. I am whining his name and he tells me to beg him to fuck me. I am begging and I'm about to come. He is going fast and my legs are buckling. The pleasure out weighs the pain. He stops pulling my hair and he rests his hand on my arse for a second. He tells me I'm going to come. You can pretend to be shy, keep youreyes on the ground and not say much twirl your hair, but when you do speaka little softer and aspirate your voice, you know speak breathier, and usesmaller words. For example, no more using the word elaborate. Could you dothat for me?"Shaking his head and cringing he said, "Whatever you need Mandy, I'm herefor you." Perfect, and you are going to need to stop calling me that sweetie. Maybefrom now on call me mommy. I would say mom or mother but mommy just. ”“Young middle-aged,” I teased.Mom invited us to sit down and enjoy some coffee and ice cream. We talked for half an hour about our doings and my last two games. The wedding planning didn’t come up. There would be time for that later, now that I was home.Heather and I had a great reunion when we got back to her apartment. Cuddling up and falling asleep after making love is a great way to end the day.The next three days flew by. I scheduled my morning workouts at Pro Train gym. Mom, Debra,. Inside, he asked me to strip and I did it promptly. Seeing me wearing a silky pink lacy thong, he ordered me to leave it on and just kneel in front of him keep shut, without uttering a word, unless necessary. I really could not believe that I was doing it as he ordered and it was making my heart to race up. I was unable to resist the man-power. My useless cock was pushing against the soft fabric of my thong. Elvis was wearing a jeans and his taut muscles were showing through the t-shirt. I was.