‘Oh Bill … your cock feels wonderful … fuck me … fuck your auntie’. Her industrial language sent adrenaline coursing through me and spurred ...e on. She had her arms wrapped around my waist and I had worked my hands under her armpits and gripped her shoulder blades. Our lips had melled into one and our tongues were clashing like swords in a fencing bout. As I drove into her, she moved her hands down and onto my bum cheeks pulling me, if that were possible, deeper into her. ‘Bill your bottom feels. I couldn’t shake this feeling; something was wrong. I went to the backyard, entering the darkness peeking around to the back side of the house, I could see that the light in my parents’ bedroom was on without really knowing why. I tip toed my way across the back of the house, glancing into the still darkness of the dining room and kitchen as I passed approaching the bedroom window, I felt certain that I should see my mom curled up on the bed watching TV, or perhaps sleep then I heard her voice. The nipple clips, clamps and thumbscrews she recognised, and the other Judas Chair for impaling miscreants was unmistakable. The other items she could only guess at, but they did not bode well for her comfort and safety in the next few hours.Seeing her fearful glances into the far corner, the Emir tried to reassured her, "No, I don't intend to impale you. I know how that works."'Allah protect me, ' she thought, 'He intends to try out some of the other tortures on me.'"Put the corset on, please". “Fuck me,” I begged.He ignored me, continuing his assault on my cunt, my G-spot, my clit. His other hand was busy, two fingers in my arse, finger fucking, fast and furious. I was coming again. I groaned, as another wave of leisure washed over me. How many times was it, I’d lost count, and he hadn’t fucked me. Yet.At last he was between my legs. My heels pointed towards the ceiling, my knees slightly bent. The tip of his cock was against my sopping wet cunt. I couldn’t believe how much juice was.