Each time, longer than before. Hissing orders into his ear. Faster. Deeper. Wetter.Masturbating as I did. Sucking my own fingers clean. Tasting it.Ins...tead, I watched.When I saw his hips move -- just slightly --- I knew it was time.***He could hear the buckles of the device.His head turned toward me as I sat next to him on the bed, moving the device around in my hands to determine which end was which. Unfastening the buckles, I listened to his breathing. Felt him moving on the bed.His lips were. Whileit didn't look like I was in line to be the tall, well muscled He-Manthat he was thanks to my Mom's genes, I was definitely developing myown strength that was nothing to shake a stick at. Also, consideringMom was quite the beauty with dark, raven black hair that she got fromher Black Irish roots and that I also shared, I really couldn't haveasked for better genetic stock when it came to the looks department.And I had decent looks. Oh sure I wasn't beating out Brad Pitt when itcame to male. She scrabbled at the thin gap between the frame and the body of the door, but it didn't move one iota. Becoming desperate, she banged on the door with her fists, calling for help, pleading for rescue. Neither came, of course, but someone else did...Taking a deep breath, she slid towards the light, keeping her bruised and bleeding back against the dark wood, ignoring the pain. In spite of the chill air, beads of sweat covered her skin, trickling down her skin. Her heart thudded in her chest as. "Is this how you imagined me, Danny?" No mum." I took off my jacket, "I could never have imagined you like this, never in a million years."The tiny white panties clung to her mound, accentuating the beautiful little cleft. A small triangle of pubic hair seemed to point downwards towards it, in invitation. She moved forward slightly and unfastened the belt of my, trousers as I struggled with my shirt, they came off together along with my shoes, I felt shy about taking my shorts off, but her lips.