She had always been judged; every action, every thought. But now the only thing judging her was his needy, urgent length. She was a woman now and want...ed; not as an object of criticism and guilt but as a sexual being who needed to be fucked like nothing else in the world mattered. She looked at it, devoured it with her sultry hazel eyes; every throbbing, pre-cum soaked inch; every vein. He wanted to get between her legs, to drive himself into her as though if he didn’t he would explode into a. Chuck sliding his arm against moms ass as he walked by her. She would slightly smile. Smells of my moms perfume in Chucks room. Late night little noises coming from moms bedroom. Was Chuck in his room?&hellip,or hers&hellip,.now I would know! I waited for something to happen in Chucks room&hellip,..nothing. Night after night, nothing. I think they were using moms bedroom to do whatever. Finally I heard noises one night. I quietly opened my door a crack. They were coming from moms bedroom, and. My eyes asked the question as she did that just before sitting down."Just keep an eye on mom," she whispered. In the next instant, I felt Kris fumbling with the zipper on my shorts, finally reaching in and drawing out my rapidly stiffening member. The moment I felt the slightly cooler air bathing my prick, it stiffened to a rock hard status that would have been next to impossible to get back inside my shorts again the way we were sitting. And though this too added to my nervousness, it. “well those of us who live in this hall are but toys for the pleasure of others sexually or otherwise, we do what we are told when we are told by whom ever we are told, but mainly we are for the use of his highness the sultan and his wife, I believe you have already had their pleasures according to some of the whispers going around, they are quite pleased with you” he lightly laughed I began to blush, “who was the lady who showed me into here?” I asked “The woman who so expertly sucked your.