So she slowed down to increase the intensity before bringing herself to the most intense orgasm she had had for years. Yes, perfect she thought. Span...ing Daniel had not just been a tension release, but had been so arousing. Not the fact he was her son, but the fact she had someone over her lap and controlled the amount of pain she was giving him. Total control of an adult. She won’t tell Daniel what it does for her. It will spoil it for her. For both of them. Mum planned when the next. As they kissed, Cover Girl took her own hands and ran them along his shirt, slipping it upward. Scarlett, sensing the movements, with cock in one hand, a good portion of it inbedded deep in her mouth, she allowed her free hand to slip up against his now naked chest, feeling his muscles. Scarlet herself was not by any means weak- where she was firm and taut, and in, he was visually well cut, with a six-pack that Scarlett now enjoyed tracing her fingers through. The shirt came off rather easily,. I mean, it was supposed to be my own private space, right? I didn’t see why she should be always raising a stink about my bed not being made, a cluttered desk or a few clothes dropped on the floor. If she didn’t like it, all she had to do was avoid looking into my room. But she didn’t see it that way. Every morning after breakfast, she’d stick her nose in the door and give my room the once-over. If it was looking the least bit chaotic (her word), she’d insist I take care of the problem before I. "Unlace the front panels of the corset."I did, fumbling, fast. I had no words now. I needed to expel. Right now! I looked up. "More."I did, drawing the lacings on both left and right front panels until they were completely loose. And it would have felt like a great relief, except that I had other issues."Fold the corset up as high as it can go."Easy. I did. I rolled it up until it was just a bit over where the top of the panty-girdle top was. It wouldn't roll any higher. I looked at Charleen.