How late? Why was he going to be late? She pulled on her bonds trying to find some way to release herself from her bonds. She wanted to call him. She ...needed him.Sweat covered her helpless body as she laid there in disbelief that her Sir was going to be late. Her pussy was in spasms as the fear gripped her body. Her muscles were tired from struggling on the table. She could feel the puddle of her juices on her ass as she laid there.An image formed in her mind of a stranger coming up her. And I watched as they all tried to get a better glimpse you under your skirt. We were getting very excited both of us and my cock needed to be adjusted constantly in my trousers. As we were looking around I spotted the hallway, which lead to the "Private Viewing Booths." Something We did not know they had here. I had visited similar booths like these once or twice before, but abroad not at home. I found them to be very exciting, and knew you would enjoy them too. I motioned to you and nodded. It was quite visible. After dinner, he stood in the kitchen talking this and that while mom washed utensils and kept looking at his skimpy shorts occasionally. His scantily haired white thighs were appealing. His buttocks made a good shape in those shorts and gave me a boner to look at him flirt with mom.Ashu came home next day and was changing in the guest room. Mom barged in with coffee and was shocked to see him in his blue Playboy undies. She hurriedly kept the coffee on the dresser and. I’d never experienced a hardon of my own as solid as hers was and it turned me on that much more. I couldn’t wait for her to unload, and was barely even paying attention to her deepthroating.Suddenly she moved her hands out of the bear-hug on my thighs and hastily yanked her head off my cock. She must have had a hard time concentrating on what she was doing, because she sat up and she simply planted both her hands on my hips. She continued to buck violently in and out of my eager, burning mouth.