Marcy's pussy had the tightest grip on my cock and as good as it felt, I knew this had to end now."I'm gonna cum!" I whispered loudly, my hand still b...locking her mouth.She attempted to scream out something, but muffled by my hand, I couldn't make it out. I began unloading inside her wet hole, as her pussy squeezed my cock, to assist me in draining it. I couldn't believe the volume of jizz I was pumping inside of her. It soon began to overflow, dripping onto my balls and the inside of her skinny. A couple of weeks later Jim asked if he could take Carol to a convention which was to run over a few days, he had overseas clients staying at a very up market hotel in the city, and as he wanted to impress them, he thought Carols out going nature would be ideal for the job. His wife Anne was certainly not an entertainer.I wasn't sure at first, but Carol talked me around telling me nothing would happen if I didn't want it to, I asked her straight out if she would like some thing to happen she. What was she talking about, and why couldn't I move?"My time awake was fully defined and mapped out for me, of course, but when I was asleep I was free. And I was asleep for a very long time. Why did no one ever wonder if I might dream, do you think, hmmm? What, cat got your tongue? Well, no matter."She poured herself a Scotch and lit a cigarette as I watched, still unable to move or to express the panic welling up inside me."Such a long time to dream," she said, wistfully,"time enough in fact. When did you last have sex with mum," she snickered.I blushed realising I had to think when I had last had sex, I licked herpussy on a regular basis, but full on sex. Mistress Marcia snickered atmy embarrassed silence."Probably because of your tiny dick!"Less than an hour later Cherie arrived home and the household sort ofreturned to normal. I prepared dinner and waited on them both and then wesat to eat. Rather frustratingly Mistress Marcia sat opposite me andrubbed her foot in my groin all.