“Yes, Ms. Petrov,” my mother said and attacked the buttons of her blouse.My head swiveled as Ms. Petrov passed us, heading for the row of cabinets.... Her pale ass swayed with her every step. I swallowed as she opened one. It was full of restraints. Metal handcuffs, manacles, leather cuffs, wide bars with shackles at the end, and various hues and thickness of ropes. A collection of gags dangled from hooks. Bands of rubber or leather straps attached to dowels or rubber balls.What did those other. His eyes buried in her as she wished his cock were. Resisting no more she had to have more. Plunging two fingers deep inside her she thrust her hips up to meet them and began to ride her fingers. She had to have him, what would it take for her to have him inside. As she rode her fingers and the palm of her hand vigorously rubbing her swollen clit his hands moved away. He stood before her taking his pants off. He must have sensed her need to feel him buried in her. He mounted her and pushed his. She was not going to stop now. She needed to have the determination and endurance to make it happen.My knees were buckling, so I had to hold tighter on mom's hair and shoulders, but she still patiently kept up the same rapid pace.Mom looked up at me again with concern in her eyes when a sudden squirt made her flinch and stiffen, uttering a phlegmy sound of denial: "Mm-m!"I guess I should have warned her, but mom was nice enough to swallow whatever she had caught in her mouth even though she. Later she returned with shopping bags and wearing a wide brimmed hat and sunglasses. She had obviously been enjoying her shopping time. We gathered everything and went back to our place. We unpacked her stuff and watched some TV while we cooled off. It got to be late afternoon and we were both getting hungry. We had yet to venture east toward the Grand Canal area. We were told it would be full of tourists and overpriced shops, but that would also have the most places to eat a nice dinner.As we.