Patience and persistence paid off one day as I encountered Mistress T. She was interested in electro play and had some experience but not to the same... extreme as my desires. She had her own sadistic fantasies waiting to be fulfilled so a sub willing and able to build implements of torture was an attractive proposition she couldn't refuse. We spoke several times a day for months. Our conversations detailed the nuances of a session born out of our merged dark fantasies. I built a new torture. .Mam mujhe bhot achche se janti thi aur mai jab bhi mam ko dekhta tha mera man karta tha ki bass ek kiss karlu mam ko aur life sattel ho jaye actuly mam ki lips bhot hi pink thi.Aur mam uski wajah se ek dum kat dening lagti thi wo thor movie wali.Mai story pe ata hunMam hamara football match dekhne k liye ayi thi. Akshar mai mam k sath flirt karta tha aur unke hanth pakad leta tha. Aur ishare me unse kiss mangta tha.. But aaj tak kabi ni mili bas mam ankh dikha k smile kar deti thi.. Aur muje. “But I like not knowing who the father is.”“Look. Naomi and I are going to be a second mother and a father to these two, no matter who fathered them. You and Wendy have become part of our family and they already are too. But it would make me feel even prouder if I knew that it was my DNA that they carried. I don't know why, it's enough really that they are your kids, ... and yet.”“Oh! Very well. I owe you so much. How could I refuse you? Promise me that you wont turn against them if you are not. I know men will say anything to convince me to give them some ass, but that’s fine with me.Tonight as I sit here crossing and recrossing my legs, I have started my ritual, I am horny as hell and I know that the handsome Brad Pitt look alike was going to be deep inside me later tonight. I like having all these guys staring at me and scheming to get between my legs, because that’s what I want. Brad is coming over now and I see the obvious bulge in his tight jeans. I have goose bumps just.