She poured herself a third glass of Cabernet and then opened the box. “Oh no,” she said in shock as she surveyed the contents of the box. It was i...ndeed from the adult novelty store but it didn’t contain the panties, no it contained various bondage devices. Inside the box were various bondage cuffs and ropes, a blindfold, a ball gag and a set of nipple clamps. She picked up the pieces hesitantly and examined them. She felt her nipples harden and tingle as she picked up the nipple clamps. Her. Anyone in a position to pose any objections was far too conservative and trusting of their children to entertain the idea of any of us being lewd or lustful. As the van turned, she laughingly fell into my lap. I wasnt even fully aware that I was partially hard until I felt my dick smashed up against that divine ass of hers. I wondered somewhat nervously if she felt my dick up against her, it was so unmistakable to me. In my nervousness, I quickly attempted to make a joke. Are you trying to. “Wow, it’s hard! He’s going to give me anal, Darling,” she said to her husband.“Great! His is a good size for that.” Jean-Louis was clicking away, taking close-ups of her lips wrapped around my cock, and of the ecstatic looks on my face. She was standing by the back of the heavy sofa with her hands on it with her butt out ready to receive. She gave me a container of Vaseline. “Rub that into my butt-hole.” I gently massaged it in. She gyrated her ass in sheer joy. I sank a finger into. ”“I didn't say that. Some women are playful. With your father, for instance.”Her expression tightened at that.The father. I smiled, an excited ache rippling through me.~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Session 3 with Mercedes Daniels“And how were your the last two days?” I asked, the soothing click-click of the metronome echoing through my office. Mercedes hugged a pillow to her chest. She wore a skirt today with fishnet stockings and a belly shirt, her lipstick a soft pink.“Bad,” Mercedes muttered..