“I never sleep this late,” I said to myself. Managing to sit on the side of the bed, I turned to see on the wall a picture of my father with Melis...sa. I knew then that I was at Melissa’s house. On a chair sitting in the corner of the room were some clothes, sitting on top of them a pair of sneakers. Recognising the items, I smiled to myself. It was a set of clothing from the many I bought yesterday when I went shopping with my sister.Opposite the bed were two doors, identic al to each other.. The only light in the room was a little street light that seeped through the opening in the curtains and some light from the hallway that slipped by the bedroom door that I'd left ajar.I straddled her sleeping form, keeping most of my weight off her as I lifted first one, then her second hand, and attached them to the head posts of her bed with prepared ropes. My cock settled itself between mom's breasts as I worked."Nooooooo," mom wailed as she came awake and saw me above her."My little slut's. He eyes watch as her tongue lavishes the head, tickling up under the corona, just as she does to him. She feels her legs being pushed apart, but that is secondary to what she is feeling and doing. Then she is aware of his finger at her ass, teasing the taunt skin, pushing just a little in and as she attempts to take it in, he pulls away with a soft laugh. ‘Baby bitch needs this, doesn’t she?’ Unable to answer, she nods her head in agreement. Eyes still closed, dildo sliding in and out of her. Well I have never been known to keep my temper in checkand after a few hours in her company and listening toher whining, I blew up at her and told her if she kepther mouth shut, I was going to put her over my knee andspank her little ass. She shut up, her husband neversaid a word and she was quiet the rest of the day. That was on Sunday, Monday morning right after myhusband left for work, there’s a knock at the door andI was just getting dressed, so all I had on was my bra.I grabbed my.