She rolls me on my back and looks pissed. She begins to pull down my sweats and I stop her."Mom it’s fine you don’t have to look," I tell her. She...says, "I'm your mother, I’ve seen you before," as she continues tugging at my sweats. She finally gets them down and my cock is still rock hard. She gasps when she sees the bruise. It's black and blue already and spreading around the side of my cock and going in-between my legs. She’s startled and says, "Did you hit your penis?" as she spreads my. As they broke the kiss, Sandy gasped, ‘Oh how did you know?’ Heather replied, ‘We both knew,’ and then she kissed Sandy again. As they embraced Heather ran her hands down Sandy’s back to her ass and cupped her firm buttocks. Sandy followed Heather’s lead and her hands sought out the woman’s ass. The two molded each other’s ass as they kissed each other passionately. Heather inched Sandy’s skirt up above her hips baring her thighs above the elastic tops of her hose. Then Heather stroked the bare. The five OPEC ministers we were to meet were in a group meeting at 0800 dealing with OPEC business. Our meeting with them was at 1100.After arriving we were shown to a large elegant elaborately decorated room to wait. Majestic curved tables with chairs were positioned and we were shown where we were to sit. I read the official instructions and conduct for guests for this meeting.A pecking order had been established as to the seating order. I was to the front of the curve, to my right were. It had been a whole body experience, fucking Baal. She smiled at the thought. Nobody would ever say that she made love to Baal. Not even one bit of that was love. It was one hundred percent pure demon lust all the way, and it was closer to war and torture than it was to love.Yet she craved it even now. She craved being forced to hold his balls in her mouth, and she craved being dragged all over the forest floor. Her little demon tail twitched whenever she remembered that experience of pure.