Her breasts bounced delightfully beneath her tee shirt as she strode back towards me, but she wasn't smiling, she was bloody angry!"First of all daddy... any woman would need to be simple minded not to fancy a man like you, I know you think you're just a middle aged man, but I happen to think you're bloody gorgeous, you're not knackered, not even nearly knackered"She was leaning over me, staring into my eyes, those wonderful breasts of hers heaving as she lectured me,"Katie I..." No just for a. There were all sorts of Knives,whips,power tools,drills,clamps,a bench vice,chains, leather restraints and other items that she imagined were designed todo even more damage to a person's body than the other implements she had noted.Fortunately for Mom, the nerds had planned to use only a few of the torturetools during this session. Unfortunately for mom they planned to concentrate onher big tits, with some side trips to her armpits, pussy and ass. Tits was led to the chair and her eyes got. "Damn it" he thought "I'm 35 years old I shouldn't have to worry about my mother finding cum stains in my bed." But he figured this is what happens when you live at home. As he left his childhood and now adult room and tromped down stairs to the kitchen, he again lamented the fact that he was laid off at the local freightliner factory. If those corporate pencil pushers would have paid me more I could have afforded a better car and still would be working. I still can't believe I was "let go". Please don't touch me there Mr. Best," she whispered weakly " That's not fair. You made me want this by touching yourself right in front of me... so I could see you," he said in voice that matched the soothing slow rhythm of his fingers as they stroked between his young schoolgirl's thighs."But it's not right Mr. Best." Why not Sally? Doesn't it feel nice?" Well... yes, I suppose so," she admitted, "but I'm frightened." Frightened of me?" he said softly as his hand cupped the bulging mound of.