Again, another lady came up onto stage, Marie dressed me in her red bra, followed by Katrina, who dressed me in her black tights. She could not keep a... straight face while pulling them up. She even remarked at how smooth my legs were and how ‘pretty’ I was looking. I felt like getting up and running out, but decided against it, besides, I knew what would happen if I did. “Now.” said Miss Hoover “Time for the outfit.” The audience watched the screen with bated breath for who was going to dress up. Aroused by the shameful act she was performing at the insistence of her son only heightened her pleasure. Her only thoughts were those of pleasing her Dominus and swallowing his seed. Gone were any thoughts of fingering her pulsating clit to an orgasm.Alan was fighting holding off his climax… he did not want this pleasurable feeling to end. His hands gripped the head that was going up and down in sync with his thrusting loins. The sound of his mother gagging as he pushed down a little too hard. Rapture. Passion. Electricity. Sensations overpowered me. My muscles contracted. I stumbled back, catching myself on the post, panting as my body trembled in small aftershocks. Her face was a mess. Tears ran out of her eyes, pussy cream and urine decorated her face. A puddle formed beneath her and I shook my head. I grabbed her hair and shoved her face down into the piss. “Lick it up, bitch!” Her tongue lapped across the concrete floor then moaned, her body trembling. The humiliation and shame. Our many scars bear witness to the power and temper of Lucifer’s dragons , the conspiring demons who strip us of our dignity, rob us of our strength, and play against our hearts and emotions rendering us bitter and angry. They have told me of your many trials and about the enemies which have placed themselves just outside your gates and who have taken from you the few remaining treasures you have held deep within the secure and private chambers of your heart. Many stories have made their way to.