I can see stone walls. Three walls have a door, the fourth has a stairway going up. Gear and all sorts of items are all over the place. Gags, harnesse..., whips, floggers, ropes, chains…everything an equipped dungeon should have.I sit up and realize thirsty I am. And just as I am thinking of it, he comes down the stairs. Glass in hand.The bastard is smiling as he hands me the glass of water. I sip at it. Glaring at him.Eye brow arched and arms crossed, “Now, what do you say, Suzy?”“Go fuck. I loved that."What are you and Jackie going to do while I'm in training?" I asked.Liz gave out a moan and I looked at her hands. It looked like she stuffed her fingers into her pussy at the mention of Jackie."Jackie said there was a good mall around." She moaned again."This isn't fair," I said."Why not?" Liz asked as she straightened her neck out against the pillow and closed her eyes.I dropped two pairs of slacks into my suitcase and then reached over to pull off Liz's pants. She never wore. " Oh my pleasure. I loved your photo Vicky." Oh thank you, it's one I had taken on holiday last year." Hmm, love the bikini, you're very attractive... a marvellous body too. You must work out to get it so well toned." Thank you. Yes when I can, well at least twice a week. I live a busy life, a bit hectic I suppose... but yes I look after myself."The woman's tone suddenly became more business like now that she judged the opening pleasantries were over."So you'd like to join our little circle. I felt my self cumming and my mother seemed to know it also, so she stopped.I fell back on my bed to catch my breath, but my mother, being the lustful fallen angel that she was, straddled me. She took a hold of my throbbing cock, positioned its wet head at the entrance of her wet pussy and slid down on top of me. Without warning, she ground forward and back on top of me, rolling her hips from side to side to drive it all home.The walls of my mother's special pussy clenched me with an iron grip..
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