In the bottom, I have a trunk with all of my girly clothes and toys. I laid out a sexy outfit of a black garter belt, red sheer stockings and a black... and red sheer lacy bra. I decided I would wear my Lucite 5 inch platform heels, a black skirt, and a sheer white long sleeve ruffle blouse. I picked out a long black wig, and a few pieces of costume jewelry. I also laid out 3 sizes of butt plugs, a jar of lube, nipple clamps, and the large black dildo I just purchased. Just looking at all of. ”He always dreamed of making her his slave. He even often fantasizes about letting her feel his anger by kidnapping her from her life. Being fully responsible for her every action, making her do everything and anything he wanted. But he never thought it would be possible. And here she was. He thought about it for a moment. There was no way this was for real, she was just distraught. She didn’t know what she wanted. She is trying to find something to alleviate her pain.Jack downed his full glass. "Please," I begged, gripping and stroking my cock, "I won't be home for six months"She looked at me, made a little shrug and hiked up her skirt, displaying the tops of her thigh high stockings, held up by a red garter belt. She wasn't wearing panties.Without speaking, she got on my bed, straddled my hips and eased my cock into her already hot, wet vagina. Staring down at me, my mother raised and lowered her hips with a slow, steady rhythm. "You really like this, don't you," I said, "You really. More than he ever imagined. She isready for him, wanting him, wet for him. He drawsback and bends to bury his face in the source of her.He reaches his tongue deep into her, amazed at thesweetness of her juice. He laps greedily at thecopious moisture. The smell of her perfume throws aswitch in his brain. He straightens and looks down ather again.She lies beneath him, not moving – almost notbreathing. He pushes back hard on her knees, drawingthat pussy up into the air toward his cock..