We left just on 11h00 and made our way to the shops quickly and then home. Once home and finished unpacking the food, I saw that we had about 3 hours ...ntil my husband's parents would come past for the braai.I took my husbands hand and led him up to our room where I undressed him and laid him down on the bed. I got our rope from the bedside draw and tied his hands to the headboard making sure he wouldn't be unable to get loose. I then tied his legs as well so that he was laying speak eagle on. The rubber doll curse."Get out of the way you lazy arseholes," I shout.The road ahead is completely blocked by a procession of cars and vans. Atthe head of the procession is a horse drawn carriage which is what isslowing things down. I am late for work and at present on a warning formy tardiness. I had left the house early but not accounted for thisholdup. I was getting short tempered as we moved along at the speeddictated by the horse. At last I saw an opening, well it was not really achance. As her consciousness returned, so did all the pain, especially, the burning from her rectum, following the extreme torture earlier. Sapna looked up and saw her son standing silently, watching her with a grim expression and a rock hard dick. “What’s wrong honey?” Sapna asked, as she reached over and slowly stroked her sons cock. “For a second there mom, I thought you were dead.” said Rahul. “So?” asked Sapna, as she started deepthroating her son’s raging hard-on. “Well mom, that turned me on. The town was kind of backwards about certain things, and being gay was a big deal. No one, not a single person I could name, was actually out. Especially back in high school. It was all downcast eyes and sidelong glances and hands groping uncertainly in the dark, and then once it was confirmed it was urgent and needy, a quick messy fuck in the boys’ room. Sometimes one of them would have a black eye the next day, or not show up for a week. Not that I ever got involved in it. I thought about.