He gazed into her eyes which returned the look. The eyes seemed to be loving rather than nervous and David felt his mother’s hand slide down and gr...asp his cock, guiding it towards her pussy.“Go on it’s alright…” she whispered reassuringly. David closed his eyes and then eased forward, his cock sinking easily into his mother’s pussy. It seemed different to before. That time his mother had ridden him. She had been in control and he had felt helpless. However this time it was him. He was in. The only exception was with ourregular girl who, just for the fun of it, tattood a tiny 'V' on the tipof each of my nipples. Neither mark is very obvious but we know they arethere and, like my 'slave rings,' show I belong totally to Vanya. So,another thought for you Dommes: the marks of ownership do not have to bebrazen, obvious or unsightly - as long as you both know what they are,where they are and what they mean they serve their purpose. I love my'V's which are just a few shades darker pink. Mai dar gaya kyun ki koi nahi janta tha ki main koi nasa krta hun main e use kha dekho ghar pe mat batana mujhe bahut dat pade gi to o boli ki tum vada karo ki aab nahi piyo ge to nahi bataunge maine kha thik hai aur vo chali gaye 2ghante bad main gar pe gaya to dekha oladki mere ghar pe mere bahno ke sath baithe hai our mujhe dekh kar hans rahi thi mai chupchap chala gaya 3din bad main machin chalu karke khet main pani bhar rha tha ur o ladki pani ke tanki pass aakr nha rhi thi main kuch der. When I went into the theater this time, the ticket taker informed me that there were now two theaters, a gay and a straight. I’d never seen a gay movie before so I was definitely curious to know what one looked like. As I walked through the doorway, I had to pause to let my eyes to adjust because the theater was pitch-black except for the glow from the screen. When they did finally adjust, I saw two guys fucking on the screen and as I looked around the theater, I saw a man on his knees between.