The humiliation was such a turn on I can’t describe it. After a while I turned round and Chris was gone. I felt so vile about what I had done. But what made me feel the worst was, How much I was totally and completely turned on by Chris’s domination and humiliation. A moment later he and Steve came down ready for school. “As dad won’t be home till late tonight I thought we could go to Bradbury Park. Dress in that really tarty short skirt and that top with the big armholes. No underwear. Ok mum?.” “Yes Chris. I will do as you ask.” I smiled. He was in charge now. And he had taken to the roll exceptionally well. But god I needed an orgasm. I went to my bedroom and took out my vibrator. I rammed that hot tool into my pulsing gagging pussy till I screamed in orgasm. And I didn’t care who heard or saw me. Pictures of Steve and Chris along with Dan and Jimmy from next door gang banging me flooded my big mind. Twice more I orgasmed before I was finally exhausted and had to stop. Often if I had a problem in life I would sit on blowjob the floor in the shower and just let the water flood over me. Hopefully my mind would flow over the problem and figure out what to do to solve it. In interracial this case the question was “Why did Chris's control over me get me so excited? And why was the humiliation also exciting for me?” In the end the only answer I could come up with was the fact that when doggystyle Ken took me under his wing he robbed me of my childhood. I never played with other children. There was no doctors and nurses for me. So maybe I was making up for it now. The domination and humiliation was easy to solve. That was all Ken. He sexually dominated me for many years and took great joy in humiliating me in front of his friends. Realising this made me wonder why I married Mark who was in no way dominating, or even controlling. Once I finished in the shower I done my usual chores around the house and then dressed ready for Chris to come home. I didn’t wear the same top he saw but the one I wore was the same style but bright yellow. And of course no underwear. Though with the skirt if I sat down my pussy would be on display to anyone who cared to look. “Because Sam said you were being a bitch, kind of like when you have your period.” The evidence of my crime was glowing white from my flesh, and through interracial the silk of my dress. big Seeing her exiting her truck, I opened the front door, blowjob waiting for her. More cum dripped out of my bowels and matted my asscheeks. “Mother?” Rose asked Arbor, her eyes welling in tears, “Mother, what has she done gagging to you?” A keen observer might perhaps wonder if she had g-string if no panty line could be seen, but what was the likelihood anyone would really getting such a close look? She sat up straight and laughed viciously, dry humping me hard as as she watched me rived in agony. “Right boys and girls,” Diego said, “you know what to do, off you go and I’ll meet you at the other end of the beach. The feeling of the shaft doggystyle in her cervix, the thought of the dildo shoving itself up inside her womb, while her brother stood behind her fucking her ass was just too much. It was a dreary Monday morning as I sat at my husband's computer idly flicking through his browser history, which he normally carefully cleared, wondering what sort of things really turned him on, when I caught sight of myself in the mirror. I think she sensed that so she crossed her arms over them to hide them. She slowly took the head into her mouth. He vaginal lips nuzzled his wrinkled nut sack, sealing the deal with a passionate pussy kiss. He sat with the guest but didn’t laugh, just watched without emotion. "Moki!" Momo followed Sonja’s voice to the master bedroom and found her jumping on the mattress.