He was my everything and I gave him all I had in return.Aside from the sex, which was incredible, his domination, the degrading, humiliation and the t...hings he said and did to me only increased my need for him, my need to serve him, to please him, to be all he wanted me to be.God, I missed that. I missed belonging to someone. I missed being needed by someone. I missed submitting to and serving someone.But now, maybe, I could have it again ... if my son was willing to accept me as his cumslut. Or. He looked down again looking at Claire sucking and masturbating and then returned his gaze upwards. There was something very erotic about watching them but there was even more excitement in looking at Joe’s face; watching him enjoying the pleasuring that Claire was giving him. It was like, in a way, watching someone being tortured. Watching someone being tortured into confession. Watching someone trying to resist speaking while the pain was deeply etched on his face. All that kept coming out. "You wanna know what I see?" I asked.She shook her head as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks. "I've got stretch marks and fat. That's what you see."I pulled her other leg onto the bed, settling her into a mostly prone position, propped by three pillows. I gently but firmly pulled the towel from her chest.I placed a finger on a stretch mark, at its origin high up on her chest, and traced it down its length, ending somewhere around mid-breast. "You know what this is?" I asked quietly."Yeah, it's. During the delicious feast of olives, figs, goat’s cheese, bread, cherries and meat, an accomplished temple priestess entertains us with a sensual dance. I can’t wait to dance like that. She gyrates her hips in a circular movement, then in a figure eight motion, making the overall effect rather exotic. Then she undulates her whole stomach, making it look like a serpent movement, as her breasts seem to jiggle in isolation to the rest of her torso. I can see how the sensuality of the dance is.