I moved back in front of the three of them and took a picture just as my wife spread our son’s as wide open. She rimmed his hole with a finger and t...hen thrust it into him. He froze for a second, feeling his mother’s finger invade his rectum then he moved up, over her head so his cock was pointing straight down at her mouth.He straddled her face again and thrust his balls against her mouth. I watched her tongue flick out and lick them before starting to suck on them gently. All the time this was. I took her to the local specialty store, Peter Glenn Ski & Sports, at the Galleria near where we live. We purchased her some terrific Rossignol skis and boots along with all of the accessories. She would look like a pro at least. Though Atlanta is not a snow mecca, we do have a great amount of people in ski clubs here. Therefore, we happen to have some indoor simulators for taking ski lessons. I set M up with a ten week package so that she would hopefully not look too bad on the slopes when we. I felt the final shackle click into place around my left wrist. I wasnow completely restrained, helpless, and completely at her mercy...As her note instructed, at 10:15 in the morning on Saturday the 3rd ofMay and a full week since she discovered me in her apartment, I crossedthe hall to her door and knocked. I teetered there on the heels thatwere far too high and noticed that my very bare smooth legs were cold.I felt a breeze up the all too short skirt and knew that someone hadleft the door. That was kind of the point, however, wasn’t it? Oh, and yes, there was beer, wine, and champagne. Like I said earlier, watching the red carpet was not the best part of the night. It was fun, however. We got to ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ over stars and starlets and chatter about movies and there was an Oscar bingo card passed around as well as friendly wagers on the night’s outcome; Everything from if Billy Crystal would still be funny to who would win best picture or if anyone would let slip the ‘F’ word.