'We've gone too far. There's no going back and I may as well be hung for a sheep as a lamb.'Annette slurped over the big dome of her son's glans for a... few more moments. The spongy texture felt divine on her tongue and she instantly regretted all the tears she'd wasted on her absentee husband when she could have been enjoying the sublime pleasure of sucking another man's cock.'You taste so fucking good,' Annette swore enthusiastically when she momentarily released her son's penis from her wet. ”Willow’s words brought Page up short. How should I dress, if at all? Almost every moment I have been around Lord Blackmon I had been nude, wearing only a collar and sometimes cuffs and shoes. It was considered the house uniform! Page thought for a moment then got an idea. She would need Willow and Heather to help but it would be the perfect way to present herself and them for Lord Blackmon.With the plan for the evening forming in her head she quickly headed towards the shower.“Do you feel up. With his lefthand, he pushes my back down so I stay bent over, and with his right hand hegrabs and starts pulling my hair. Now it starts to get intense. I start breathingfaster and moan through my ball gag. He continues on and says, "Do you feelthat bitch!!!" and I start making louder moans as he starts getting rougherand rougher. He starts ramming his cock as deep as it can go, hard and fastwhile he is pulling my hair and I start screaming but the sound is muffledwith the ball gag in place.. She stepped back one step, then two, then closed her eyes. Her hips moved slowly again. Music played in her head. Her warm smooth movement played in my eyes. Lily had filled out since we met, but she had done so in the most wonderful way. Curves became her. They framed her in softness and subtlety like the muted colors of twilight. They gave her flow. Her fingers undid her skirt. The material slid over her hips and piled at her feet with a whisper. She stepped out of it and closer to me, still.