My son has started to thrashagainst his restraints, but he hardly budges -he tied himself down tootight. I laugh out loud at his predicament. Little d...oes he know thatthis is good for him. He needs this little push. He is a very lucky boy.Me: You know son...I have one final surprise for you! (With that I reachover and pull the blindfold off his mask.)My son, through tears in his eyes, looks at the mirror. A huge blackstud has been fucking him. For over ten minutes! His eyes bulge and hebegins to. For now and in Africa.” She thought for a long moment. “The answer to your question is thirteen. Counting you.”“Thirteen men? A quick response. You didn’t need to count on your fingers.”“I’m an accountant. I like numbers.”‘Oh, you are evil,” Brian answered with a laugh. He pulled her to him and their bodies locked. “Now, I want to fuck you again.”“Only if I can just lie here. You’ve worn me out.”He rolled over on top of her and probed with his penis and slipped it inside her vagina. “This is my. ?? I moved to undo the bra,pausing only briefly to hold the bra over my breast before sighing and droppingit to the floor.? I just wanted to coverup but again a look at his eyes was warning enough to keep going. In a fewminutes I was naked, tears filling my eyes. He gave me no time to accept mystate of undress, dragging me over to the wall. I didn?t know whathe was doing as he pulled up an arm, so when I heard something clinking Ilooked up to see a metal band around my wrist. He did the same. " You're going to cut it?!" Maybe a couple inches." Why? It looks good like this." Well, I can only do so much with it myself. It's hard to do more than braid it sometimes so I need it a little shorter, like to the middle of my back or something. It won't be easier but at least I might be able to do more myself. Plus it will probably look healthier if I cut it." Oh, okay. What else do you want to do?" I don't know maybe add some more highlights, maybe feather it in front so it frames my face,.