As their mistress used the toe ofher boot to rub their exposed bellies, they made whimpering noises,though whether of pleasure or distress, it wasn't ...clear. From thisvantage point it was possible to see that their male organs were notjust trussed up with some kind of plastic twine, but had beencosmetically altered to look like bright pink sausages."They don't get many chances to use those things," said the estateowner, "but when they do they rut like, well, animals. All right, that'senough for. It felt wonderful. I felt Johns hands sliding up and over my back, cupping my ass checks, and pushing on my rose bud. Mel had left my front and leaned over my back and was kissing John while he rubbed me all over.Mel then grabbed my hips and righted me on to the bed and pushed me down onto my front. He placed his body on mine and slowly started to move his cock up and down my slit and rubbing my bred hole. It felt beyond amazing. I shut my eyes, smiled, and just let him do what he wanted.I. Betty understood then that their son was somewhat embarrassed, too, or he'd have been exposing his nudity. She started to shut the door, but changed her mind and left it wide open, thinking that there would be no secrets in the family; not any more."Hello, mom," their son said, looking up at them as they stood naked beside the be. "Hi, dad."Betty sat down beside him, while Chad shifted his feet and headed for the bottle on the dresser. She said, "What would you like to do, son?" Since this. While the room was always the same, sometimes arevelation would occur to him. One such revelation came after he hadfinished peeing. He almost always stood to pee before waking up in theroom, but he couldn?t remember the last time he did while he was in theroom. He found himself always sitting to pee, and wiping off after hewas done. Where did that habit come from? He just found it to be easierto sit and pee, and it was a lot cleaner to wipe afterward, rather thanthe customary jiggle when.