After consulting with Hussain, they asked for the spanking bench to be brought on stage. Together the three men released Bill from the suspension rig ...and spreader bar. They secured his oiled nude body to the spanking bench. He was draped face down over the top of the saw horse like dungeon furniture such that his head hung over one end and with his ass hanging and widely spread over the other. The two men undressed quickly, their expensive time ticking away. A servant took the selected condom. ‘Tis a crying shame, so it is, how women always suffer from the lust of men.”This was not the first time I had heard that lament, and I thanked G – no, not that figment of people’s imagination – fate, I had been born a male.As I walked toward Pall Mall I convinced myself I was really just clearing my head, and not looking for a sexual adventure. John Thomas had reawakened at the Rothsteins a week ago, and I had kissed Judith Rothstein with a passion and longing not experienced since the death. .. what ... we ... uh ... what are you doing," Linda gasped as she felt her son's huge cock head pressing into her asshole."Relax, Mom ... relax," Andy encouraged. He felt the tight ring of his mother's asshole begin to expand. "Yes, yes, push down and relax," he whispered."Andy ... oh God, ... this is not righttttttt," she gasped as she felt the cock head pop into her asshole. His cock felt huge as it stretched her normally tight nether hole. Yet it had not really hurt ... she felt stretched. She realized then that she absolutely and unequivocally looked like a dirty little slut. (A “tramp,” her mother would say). And she liked it. Her shaggy short brown hair. Her thin pale body and erect pointy tits. The soft peachy fuzz growing on her light brown mound. It all foretold of her journey into womanhood. And yet there she was, still very much a girl, jaybird naked in front of her mirror, with her wet little pussy dripping between her legs, as she sucked her own juice from her fingers..