. They still leave your big titstied... with the ropes... and leather belts... still wrapped aroundyour naked tits... keeping them hard... red... and... painfully sore... andswollen...and even in your whores sleep... you quickly realize... in yourdaymares... and fitful... sleepless... waking nightmares... just aswhores dream... your dreams even more frequent now... and even duringyour afternoon naps... or usually... when you're just passed out... andunconscious... while desperately trying to. I think now that she intuitively knew that the time was right for my mother and me to become lovers. Like always, Louise was right.Sally had worn a little black dress that night that really was a "little" black dress. I think that it had taken more cloth to make my shirt then it had to make her whole dress. They called it a mini-dress but that was even stretching it. Sally's dresses hemline slashed upwards from mid thigh on one side all the way up to her hip on the other. The dress had a. She bobbed so smoothly on my dick, her eyes watering, mascara running down her cheeks. She pulled back out of my window and opened my door, she knelt down head next to my steering wheel. "Give me your fucking cum now" she demanded stroking the full length of my shaft going balls deep on my cock. Working her throat unbelievably fast all the while begging in the sexiest sluttiest way for my cum. As if it were lifeblood she needed to keep living. Her moans reverberating through my shaft with. " Before I turned away I glanced at Trish; even with the leather face of the panel gag covering her mouth I could tell she was smiling from the look in her eyes. There was no misunderstanding there, no jealously, just a reassuring, comforting warmth that came from knowing the person holding the other end of her leash had a heart of gold, even if it was wrapped in the body of a socially inept and diabolically sadistic bastard. Keys in hand (well, mouth anyway) I threaded my way.