I was gripping the bedspread tightly and I bit my lip to keep from shouting. Anal sex is the one really submissive thing I do, unless you count the mi...sionary position like I was currently in with Ryan.My sort-of-steady guy fucked my ass thoroughly. His cock felt like it was moving back and forth and maybe it was. The pressure was intense, although I felt somewhat limp and, truth be told, somewhat used. Anal sex is for him much more than it’s for me. I love hearing how he growls when he’s deep. I turned towards him to say go away little boy when I noticed his large gang of friends ride into this section of the carpark and totally surround us with their bikes. I could hear they saying things like nice ass lady, show me those fine tits momma, I got to get me some of that fine ass and other degrading comments from young boys towards an adult.I looked around for someone to help but the car park was empty, and the only people I could see were at the other end of the park in the dog walking. But he couldn't shake the image of that woman controlling him, it aroused him against his will. When he closed his eyes he could see her, that magnificent red-haired beauty who owned his every thought. He hated that she had brought him down to but he couldn't fight the realization he had to return.As he ate his breakfast, he peeked through the curtains wondering how many of his neighbors would be laughing about him now. Would they have told their husbands or their friends? He cringed at the. We're used to doing it on camping trips. Is that OK, Andy?"Andy piped up, "Sure. That would be cool!"Mom grinned and answered, "If you boys want to cook, I won't object."I asked, "What's on the menu, Mom?" Scrambled eggs, sausage, hash browns and orange juice." Mom explained.I asked, "Andy, what do you want to cook, the sausage or the hash browns?"Andy answered, "I'll do the sausage."We went to work. About twenty minutes later we served a delicious breakfast to our family. Mom was shocked at.