It also began to puddle on the brick floor underneath her. It actually began to pour out of her and she was not even close to orgasm yet. It was build...ing, but not ready for release.Blair felt herself begin to get wet. She could feel the droplet of her own core dribble out of her hot entrance. She would have to be next. She knew that."Yeah, make her cum again!" came a voice from the back of the dining area. It seemed Blair and Casey had forgotten they were being watched. The voice startled Blair. " he said, unable to believe his mother could be so cruel."Now, darling you feel what I felt on those mornings when you pushed your hard-on against me then left me all hot and bothered. But there is one difference. You have my promise I will take care of you later tonight. In the meantime, you can dream about how you had your cock between your mother’s legs. And I don’t want you masturbating today. Do you understand?" she hissed at him.Mark was shaking from the tension, though still a part of. Not large in quantity, but certainly so in taste. She was a witty woman, which was assisted by her ability as an actress to entertain Charlotte in a way that soon had her gasping for breath between gales of laughter. Her life as an actress had certainly involved quite a few misadventures, and meeting some very interesting people. Charlotte was no expert on the theatre or cinema but she knew at least the names of many of the people mentioned in Josephine’s anecdotes. After the meal, the two. Witch hazel. Rope. Tubigrip to go between the rope and any sensitive skin. A thick webbing ratchet tie down from a car. Bottled water was in the fridge until the last minute.Then the drive to the hotel. She was there, waiting. Husband was in the pub, watching through a window. I kissed her cheek, took her hand, and we walked to the hotel. Check in took two minutes. In the room I made my rules clear. She stripped, fussing over her clothes as she removed them and placed them on the chair. She.