"No, Sir," I confessed. "Well, you had best leave it open. Get in position and lay out what you think I'm going to need to punish that body," He said.... "Yes, Sir," I whispered, and heard Him hanging up. i walked into the bedroom, nervous over the stern tone in Master's voice. I went to the toy box, unsure of what He wanted. He sounded quite frustrated, so I took out the whip, the paddle brush, the ruler, the nipple clips and the butt plug. I put them on the table by the bed and stripped out of. She pushed me up against the wall and held me against her body. I was pinned there – unable to move or escape. I couldn’t believe what she did next. She kissed me full on the lips while still staring into my eyes. I struggled and tried to protest but couldn’t. I didn’t like it. I’d never ever been kissed by another girl. I’d thought about it, of course, but this was Mark’s wife! It was wrong. The wrong time; the wrong place; the wrong sex.She kept kissing me and forced her tongue into my mouth.. “Yes, yes, yes, such a huge dick,” she moaned and buried her face into my neck.She kissed and sucked on my flesh as she worked her pussy up and down my futa-dick. The silky friction sent pleasure shooting down to my cunt. I gasped, my fingers digging into the MILF’s ass as such dizzy pleasure washed through me.This was really happening. I was having sex with my ex’s mother. Her pussy rode my new clit-dick. It felt incredible. Mrs. Albertson had such a hot cunt. So silky, so wet, so juicy. The. The cars couldn’t have been more different, though, the men either. A sporty red coupe with a slick man sporting dark hair in his forties and a beat up, rusty Dodge pickup with a gray old man with frizzy hair. The angle wasn’t good enough to see the license plates. The man in the coupe passed a paper bag to the older man, and the older man reached in and pulled out what sure looked like a bundle of money. It was too far away to read denominations, but I didn’t imagine it was a bundle of ones..