She closed the clamshell lid and zipped the suitcase shut, then pushed it onto its rollers and pulled it across the bedroom floor, down the hallway, through the living room, and across the driveway, where with a hard heave Miranda managed to push the suitcase into the trunk. There were D-rings fixed across the trunk’s inner walls. It was a recent addition that she had gotten installed after she had become frustrated with how difficult it was to keep things inside the trunk tied down. Or, in other words, how difficult it was to keep one specific person tied down. Miranda threaded thick tie-down straps through the D-rings and wrapped it all around the suitcase. Once everything was tightened, Tom’s suitcase was about as immobile as it could get, short of her taking out black the ready-mix concrete. Miranda slammed the trunk shut. Miranda slid into the driver’s seat and started the engine. It came to life with a roar. Before heading out, Miranda plugged a handheld MP3 player into the car’s phone charger, then connected the MP3 player to the microphone through a usb cord. After a minute of fiddling, Miranda had something for Tom to listen to during the long drive. Of course, she didn’t keep any music on asian that MP3 player. It was filled with audio scraped from the hardest femdom-style corporal punishment videos she could find on the internet. Miranda’s past experiences had shown there was hardly anything that better set the mood than the sound of men crying out in pain as they were whipped, caned, and paddled. It certainly got her in the mood. Off the driveway and onto the street she went, towards the highway and the glow of a glorious sunrise. Miranda was smiling when she turned on the radio and let peppy pop music flow over her. She hummed along to the beat as she drove out to her friend’s house, heading out to what was sure to be lick a wonderfully fun weekend. Chapter 16 Two Mother's Concern On Friday April 5th, I picked mother up at work at five as usual and the first thing she said to me was, "You look exhausted. You look like you need a vacation from your vacation." "I am tired," I said. I wanted to say more like, my dick is so tired I was not sure it could ever get hard again or that my balls were so empty I was not sure they could ever produce kum again. I wondered if anyone had ever fucked himself to the grave. As soon as I entered the kitchen, I sat at the kitchen table, placing my arms on the table and resting my head on them, I promptly japanese fell to sleep. Mother busied herself fixing dinner. When she was finished, she tried to wake me. She found I was feverish and refused to eat, so she made me take aspirin and drink water. Then she took me to Lesbian my room and put me to bed. I went to sleep only remembering her tucking the blanket under my chin, kissing me on the cheek, and telling me to, "Sleep tight Johnny." When I awoke, in my bed, it was the next day. I ached in every joint and felt chilled. Andrea was bathing my face with a cold washcloth and Mary and mother were disagreeing about how important it was to bring my temperature down. “Yes Master.” And we both laughed. For the next two weeks, Greg and I fooled around every day except Monday and Tuesday when the bar was closed. Mothers love their children and vice asian versa, but it would be absurd to call them “lovers”. I have an exwife, who looted me almost totally in the divorce and three children who are in various amounts of personally neglecting their ‘poor’ old Dad. “Then what was that dainty little kiss, black followed by making sure no one saw such a philistine act?” I winked at her. The pre-cum tasted strong and watery in Penny’s mouth but she worked her head swallowing its juices the pure animal lust in Penny began to rise as her mouth stretched around the dog’s cock. The ‘cum’ from her body plus the lard on his cock, allowed him to ease his way into her rear entry and he probed to the deepest that he could. "Just a second! He was just about lifting me in the air each time he slammed into me. I was hitting my head on the headboard. If you need to go to the toilet now japanese would be a good time, you won’t Lesbian get the chance for a while.” She could think of a dozen reasons why she should end this, but lick she was tired of thinking. “And the one man who can trigger the start of a recall process,” Steve explained.