It was a small dark room. This was no doubt the room that I had been tormented in earlier. The ceiling was very high with small barred windows on...high. On the walls and hanging from the ceiling were various chains and manacles. There was a large wooden X frame with many metal eyelets.And a rough hewn sawhorse with heavy leather restraints on all four legs. Seemingly endless devices hung on the walls. Some of leather, some of chain. In the far corner was a great pile of wood heavy scent of. The stricken look on Peter’s face told me all I needed to know. I started to feel sorry for his wife.After I got home from work, John and I had dinner together. All through the evening, we kept catching each other looking and smiling as if we each had a secret we were bursting to reveal. It wasn’t until a little after 11:00, and we were both in bed when John called. I quickly snatched up my phone and answered, “Hey, John.”‘Hey yourself, Mom. How are you feeling tonight?”“Much better, thanks to. She had never felt so full and stretched. Claire and Simon were in total synchronisation, both withdrawing almost fully then both ramming into Deb' at the same time. It was brutal but she loved it. Her ass was on fire. Her pussy was on fire. Her buttocks burned. This was great............Bam, Bam, Bam. They kept up a smooth rhythm. Deb' was totally in their power. She was having a ball. The raw brutality of this was mind numbingly wonderful. It was coming fast. So fast. So big. She screamed. ?" I asked as Amber idly sketched another cum pumping penis on my Mom's prize granite kitchen countertop. Between her raccoon eyes and cock cartoons, I figured Amber spent more on mascara in a week than than I received for lunch money. "Because they were parked in our driveway," Amber said as if I were some kind of idiot. "And I have binoculars!" By October, I'd almost forgotten Henry. That is until one evening when I got home from a late soccer practice and noticed an unfamiliar red sports car.
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