She needed no ropes or chains to bind him?He felt the sharp sensation of her dagger-like teeth as they mercilessly, yet gracefully sank into his neck.... Insufferable pain. Then it lessened. He had experienced this a hundred times. But he would never get used to this condition?he felt the erotic foreboding of coming limpness, the menace of a growing weekness of his muscles and heart?If he felt pain now, he didn’t utter a sound. Not a whisper? He remembered something, almost like a sweet dream. It. With his mother keeping herself in great shape before and after pregnancy she only gained in the looks department. The pregnancy fat was gained in all the right places and when she was back in the yoga studio it only built a layer of muscle under the soft feminine flesh that Mason’s been lusting over since he hit puberty. Mason had a handful of things he knew he was into, lactation was one of them and as if God was intervening early on in his childhood he knew that after his birth she has been. One minute she's rock solid, the next she's a fuckin' whimp. She still won't tell me who left the bruise on her arm last month. It wasn't me. I know that. I did leave one - by accident. She was being all coy 'bout goin' to the river with Peter an' me an' I grabbed her arm and pushed her into the car. We didn't do anything 'cause she didn't want to fool around which was cool but I just didn't want to be alone while Peter an' Trina fucked.But sometimes she's got other bruises, shit I know wasn't. He pulled his hand out once more, licked it good, and again slid it back in my shorts exactly where it had been, and continued sliding his hand over my dick, urging me on... it had become a game. Both of us knew that if he did this much longer, I'd lose control and shoot my load. So I'd stop him, he'd pause for just a moment, and then continue to give me this slow and slippery handjob beneath the towel, licking his palm again every so often...Suddenly I heard Frank, and my heart stopped.