Soon she was taking all of me but she was doing it very slowly. Jack thought as he filmed that this was going to be a good video.May said,”Let’s c...eck the video then I'll send it. I want this inside me. Jack, tonight I want you to fuck me as hard as you can. I love to be fucked hard.”The video was superb, especially the licking of the pre cum as Jack had zoomed in. You could see it all in great detail.May attached the videos then sent the message.Jack then got May bending over the dining room. There he found his mom. She was standing, on display, in one of the cages. The cage was made of metal bars and was barely shoulder-width wide. Carole’s ankles were both were bound securely with leather cuffs, fastened to the cage poles on either side of her, keeping her feet shoulder-width apart. Another leather band, tight around her waist, was fastened to the bars in front of her, pulling her body right up to the bars. Yet another leather strap was around her neck, then through the bars. She tried to turn around, but I reached down and pushed her face forward. I fucked her hard and slapped her ass hard. Red marks built on her cheeks, but she didn’t stop me, didn’t even try to slow down. As my thrust built in force and speed, she pushed back against me harder. She wanted it bad. After a while she moved forward and I came out of her, she looked me in the eyes as she passed me and sat down on the bed, leaned back and spread her lets wide in the air. I didn’t ask her what she. "They are ... quiet." Is that good or bad?" Abigail asked, intrigued by the choice of descriptors."Oh, good," Fran replied quickly. "Quiet is good. My constitution can't really handle a whole lot of excitement."Abigail nodded and took another sip while she dissected that comment. Her constitution? Fran often commented negatively about her age. Was this another similar comment?"How is Margie? I hope she's well."Fran didn't respond right away. Instead, she moved her coffee cup to her other hand.