Very often I'll let my mind and hands take over. I touch him with one hand (which doesn't rouse him in the least) while I get myself off with the othe...r while thinking of my latest naughty fantasy (which I've now begun turning into stories). Anyway...I couldn't resist the urge to touch myself while my son's stuff was dripping out of me. The thought turned me on nearly as much as fucking him in the first place. I snuggled right up to Hubby and caressed him with my left hand as usual. Also as. In the stable block, Tom Fisher was trying to ignore the agitated stamping of the stallion in the adjacent stall and recover from his encounter with Susan Yeardley. Being a well-bred young woman, she had cleaned him up after use, with a lithe tongue, which she had used on his softening implement, until not only had she licked off the coating which covered it, but also left it semi-erect, needing very little fanning to get the flames burning brightly again. In this condition, Tom was trying to. Understand?"Still crying, she nodded. "Yes, Master." Very good. Let's get started." Thomas lashed out with his belt.The slave screamed in pain, as the belt landed directly on her newly shaved pussy. "Please, Master," she wept. "Please stop."He lashed out again, hitting the same spot.She screamed again.He shook his head. "We're still on number one. I told you, we won't go on until you say the phrase."With tear-blurred eyes, she looked at him. If anything, his erection was even harder and higher.. "He would be an idiot to do it," I suggested to keep the conversation on the dead camera, not the exploding building."Where is Martin anyway?" he asked."I sent him to Walmart for some of those OTC painkillers I am taking. I'm about out." I said. "Well keep an eye on the driveway. Since we don't have the cop outside, I'm more than a little paranoid. The Atwoods are going to know we are onto them."Before Martin left, he had retrieved my weapons stash. It looked as though I wouldn't be needing the.