“Open up,” you say again, and while your tone is gentle, it’s every inch an order. My mouth is the only part of my body I can move, but it’s s...till harder than I expected. I’m up on a table on all fours, completely naked. Leather straps are wound around my ankles, knees and thighs to keep my legs spread. The straps on my arms and wrists stop me from covering myself. The ones digging into my hips and collarbone stop me from wriggling. The one around my neck keeps my face prone. I can barely move.. .always.The next morning, after the glorious seduction of my son, I woke up to a cock tapping my lips. I am not a morning person and I swatted it away trying to get a few more minutes of shut-eye, but was startled awake by the firm words of my formally shy son."Open your mouth, cocksucker," I heard him demand.My eyes opened wide and I was staring at the fully erect eight-inch cock of my son. I attempted to speak and was stopped in mid-sentence by my son shoving his cock in my mouth.He began. I rubbed his back a little, glided my hand over his glistening face. I couldn't help it. I ran the water in the sink and dipped a towel in the water. I took the wet towel and began to wipe away the sweat off his face. He was not feeling too well. I knew what caused this sudden illness."Carson." Yes, Justin." I uttered, absent mindedly, running my hands through his curls."Help me out of here." Yes."I scooped him up in my arms. That was the only way to get him out of here. Through the back doors,. He wondered if after all that Peter had done, and his lack of any remorse for his violence, he could ever change.After lunch Claire spent the afternoon writing a letter to Peter. When it was finished she did not show it to John but sealed it and took it to the post box. He felt excluded for a moment, then berated himself: this was a letter between a married couple, and they had a right to privacy.The LetterDear PeterLook where we’ve got to Peter. You’re in a mess, but there is a way out.It was.