"I wish I could take you this way," his mother purred. "But I'm content to have such a terrific prick hung on my son. Maybe having it in me won't tigh...en my ass so much that your father can't get in the back way, and you two can make a sandwich of me."Jerry trembled; the idea was fabulous, and he could almost feel the sensation of his dad's hairy balls pressing against his own sack, when both their pricks were buried into Angela. His cock lifted at the vivid image, and he wiggled the rising. The woman could very well have been an escort or a call girl. My mother might be mildly shocked, certainly, but that would hardly...Then it struck me — how slow I am. The pictures weren't taken to blackmail me. The one-line message explained their goal. The snapshots were meant for Myriam. It had been a "yah boo, sucks to you" action to hurt her — and I imagine it would be very effective in that regard.The message also told me it must have been true what Myriam had said — she was, indeed,. That week, I tried to get Tiffany talking about what had happened andwhat was coming up.But all I got was, on Thursday, she agreed to have me over for ourFriday night date, right after school.That was great! Three extra hours of sex time with Tiffany. Even if Idid have to do some girlie things.Things that I adored. But was ashamed of.Walking home with Tiffany that Friday, with my anticipatory erectionalmost ripping my pants, Tiffany got personal at last."I haven't told anyone this, but Daddy. Some red sequined devil ears slide over my red hair and a black lacey blindfold that I can half see through gets tied round me. Lastly my new ring gag with bright red lips slides into my mouth, holding it open, the leather buckle goes round the back of my head and I walk over so you can tighten it up.I then hand you my wrist cuffs, which you strap onto me behind my back. Your slut is ready to play with and you tell me to stand in the middle of the room while you come and inspect me.I can see.