"Twist your hips at the bottom of a stroke, David. Use your groin to stimulate my clit." He nodded and did it the next time, and I gasped, my legs clo...sing around his lower back, hunching myself at him."Your fantasies," I reminded him."Later..." he gasped. "After... can't think now..." I grinned and let myself go, eager to have another climax in David's arms. I promised myself that I would fulfill one fantasy of his today, and one tomorrow. No matter what it was. No matter how depraved... well,. Nicole wasn't wrong on that score. Mitch was beside himself with excitement—his stacked sexy mother had actually asked him how he wanted her to pose. This was like a dream come true. His heart was racing and he could feel the blood flowing to his surging dick. Thank goodness his underwear and jeans were able to help stifle the growing stiffness. "Why don't you kind of turn sidewise with your hands on your hips like that," Mitch said, remembering the way Andy had posed his mother in the story.. She kicked my belly, telling me to follow her. We arrived to a dark locked door, mistress unlocked it and threw me in before her. Whips, odd tables, knives, some stuff I have never seen before… It was a torture chamber! Oh my god, I better behave in the future! Mistress led me to a table and had me lay over it. She fastened the handcuffs and attached a collar around my neck. She called it the doggy-style table as my feet were touching the floor. I heard her walk away. I was praying she wouldn’t. “Mom, Dad, I think we should let Steve and Karin have some time together so they can talk.”“Talk?” Mrs. Spencer smirked.“Get your mind out of the gutter, Mom!” Melanie huffed with a grin. “Yes, talk. They have a lot to talk about. I’m sure they’ll do what you’re implying at some point!”“Wow, Steve. You used to blush at stuff like that,” Mrs. Spencer teased.“True. But a good dose of Melanie over the years cured that. I mean, after all, we even walked down to dinner naked once!”“I heard about.