The son grew, and was always curious about the basement door, and it's lock. He never could figure out how to get down there, and never understood why... his parents wouldn't let him look at the storage area.Robert and Sherri would use the basement during the day when their son was at school or late at night. They told the cook and housekeeper/nanny that they were going to research some old records. This fooled no one, as the sounds of their passion often drifted upwards to the kitchen.Tony, for. My girlfriend, Sylvia, was 18 and a senior in high school. Sylvia's mother, Mrs. McDonald, was 37 years old. Sylvia and I began dating while we were both still in high school and Mrs. McDonald made us promise that we would not have sex until we were old enough to get married. Mrs. McDonald was raised in a very strict family who believed that every girl should be a virgin when she got married. She had decided to raise Sylvia in the same manner. Sylvia, was 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighed about. Sensing her crave the feeling only achieved from feeling me inside her, I decided to tease her further by sliding a finger in her as I continued to flick my tongue across her clit. Pausing only to take another look at the road below and to ponder the incredible view those below us would have if they only stopped for a second to take in their surroundings, we quickly made the transition from me crouched below her, to standing directly over her (both of our pants and underwear were now. By the next morning, I was feeling pretty good. Thus, I nudged my slaveawake and ordered her to jack me off while I continued planning for her torment.After I came, I unfastened my slave from the bed, but left her hands boundbehind her. I removed the gag and ordered her to clean me properly and thento suck any cum from the sheets. When she was done, I rolled her onto her backwith the intent of placing her nipple in bondage again. However, the smolderingdesire as she lay there looking up at me.