But that wasn’t what shocked me and left me speechless. It was the riding crop she was carrying and the 10” strap-on dildo jutting out from her hi...ps. She saw my stunned look and laughed. “You know what to do” she said “get down and lick my boots”. In a sort of daze I did what I was told. As I run me tongue over her boots she began to hit me with the riding crop. “Do a good job or I will hit you harder” she said, her voice stern and serious.Obviously satisfied with my boot worship and told me to. ”She leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Then her lips moved to my ear, lingering for a long second. “Don’t stay up too late, you big tiger,” she whispered. I watched her make her way back up the garden path in her high heels, her hips swaying more than usual. I tilted my head to get a better view when, suddenly, she stopped and bent down to adjust her stockings. Mom spotted me through her legs, gawking at her upside down. She pulled back up and gave me a long, probing look. And. Slowly at first, then faster. Then slow again. You grab her head forcing her mouth down as far as it will go. Her throat grasps your cock, and somehow she makes it even tighter. You moan and gasp. My cunt is so fucking wet. I am thinking to myself, ‘When will he fuck her?’ I am longing to see you fucking her from behind. Taking your pleasure. Knowing the treat that is in store for her. Her reward for giving you such pleasure. Your precious come, which we both agreed will be hers alone. I am. She stumbled under the burden, falling to her knees beside a babbling water fall. She wanted to shriek, to drown out the sound of the happy stream and to silence the screams of death in her head.Rage, impotent and devastating, filled her to the point of choking. With that rage came hatred. She hated them all, those men who thought they could rule the world, and her husband wasn't immune. Niko was worst of all. He was supposed to have been her partner in life, but he'd taken off for parts.