"Jacob, my name is Jacob Wells, Mistress Tiger." He was a lot morecompliant now, either from being naked or from actually seeing theinstrument of dea...th that he faced if he wasn't."That name will not be spoken here again, understood?" Yes Mistress Tiger." Now I want you to look into that camera and recite for us the message yousent me." I, I don't remember. Not exactly..." Of course you do, come on you said you would come over..."A deep breath seemed to refresh his memory. "I said I would. The first time I saw her she was on the dance floor covered in sweat and dancing hard. She had thick and luxurious jet black hair that flowed over her back, moving with the motion of her body and the heavy beat of the music. She was wearing ripped up blue jeans and a black tank top with a pink bra showing through. Her hour glass figure moved with the beat of the music in an erotic rhythm, swaying back and forth. I remember thinking she was the hottest woman that I ever saw. As I approached. Red lace thong, just enough coverage in front, although not really enough with a hard on. His erect dick was peeking out the top of the lace, an erotic look. He grabbed his balls through the delicate lace. The feeling of the lace against his skin was sensual. Scratchy and soft at the same time. Scot put a hand on his cock and gently rubbed. His other silky undies were cool and soft against his skin. They made masturbating gentle and soothing but slow-not what Scot wanted now. He wanted a big. " She said with a sad smile, "You and she seemed to be getting on so well." Mum!" I groaned and blushed.She laughed and I was forced to give a little smile despite my woes. We danced for a while, my mother holding me close to her, my head resting in the valley between her boobs. It was about three records later that I realised that my cock was getting hard again, I was glad that for once that all my mother could see was the top of my head because I started to blush. I had no doubts at all about.