I slowly but surely start falling into fifiland.....wanting much, much, more torture to my breasts......He ties another cable in the middle....making ...cushions between each cable....squeezing the breast even tighter....I moan with pleasure, it sounds more like I'm squealing.....I feel the pain and pressure and I love the feeling...like a d**g going directly to my already wet pussy.....He runs his fingers across the slit, checking to see how aroused His bitch is....oh fucking yes, I'm aroused. Peggy rushed her tongue back and forth on his piss hole as he squirted the sweetness into her mouth, whimpering and twisting her hips about on the cushions.But even then she was not satisfied.With cum juice glistening on her full lips, her green eyes sparkling, she pulled her son to his feet and then to her bedroom. She undressed swiftly as he sprawled out in the center of the bed. Her eyes blazed with erotic desire as she climbed onto the bed next to him.After leaning over to kiss him, feeling. He licked his lips, seeing how her camel toe formed. Ruthie turned, her big hip swaying, not bothering that he could see between them when she stopped, twisting her upper torso, her legs a foot apart. Suddenly she jutted out her bottom, her back arched dramatically, her hands on the knees.“The water Herbie. Get it and take part. Balance it on my butt yeah?” she huskily simmered, sliding her hands up her legs, her butt still projecting at him, her legs still planted apart. Ruthie’s upper frame. I said, “Do you know why you’re here?”“I have some idea, but I’m not sure.”“Well, Mister Timmerman is not happy with your frequent lateness when coming in to work or coming back from lunch. I’ve been assigned to, I’d call it discipline you. Do you know how that is going to be done?”“I’ve heard something about it, sir.”In the four months she had been here, Timmerman had not spanked anybody, so she had never heard the sounds from behind the closed door.I said to her, “Then I will explain it to.