She could feel his rock-hard cock pressing into her swollen pussy-mound.Matt jammed his mouth over his mother's and shoved his tongue between her lips..., Frenching her passionately. Donna's big tits swelled, and her nipples went stiff against his chest. She just barely caught herself as she began to grind her hips up at him in an urgent fucking motion. She wanted to rub her mound against his cock. She wanted him to lift her nightgown, slide down between her legs, and shove his hard young cock. (They were substantially less irritating than he had expected.)Zoe put his phone in his sweet little pouch, and he wore it happily, hisbracelets reflecting the fluorescent lights. This, Heather realized, waswhat she wanted the whole time, the experience she was expecting to havewith her young daughter, the experience of being a giving mother to ahappy child, letting her child sparkle in the light. She smiled. So whatif it was her son and not her daughter? Who had the standing to judgeher, judge. Extremely hot. The room feels like a sauna, and the restraints at your skin feel like fire. That pain subsides as the ropes are removed, your paralyzed body falling to the floor. Someone turns off the lights and drags you with ease into another room, the dogs next to you and one always dipping it's head down to tease the flesh of your dick. You make out the features of a bedroom, a single bed of enormous size consuming most of it's space. You're tossed onto the comforter like a rag doll, and. She looked at him straight in the eye.“So this is good, but I’m warning you – if you ejaculate prematurely I’ll kick your ass out of here in a second.”“Precum so soon?” She smiled at one of the guys, softly caressing his cheek. “You may be one of our best.”“Gentlemen!” She announced coming to the head of the room. “When you are in action, some of our clients are professional women who have limited time for foreplay. They want to be fucked. That’s it. It may be a lunch break, a quick one before.