Then, at the sound of my mother’s feet on the stairs, I couldn’t help myself. I gave Mrs Hotter’s bum a quick squeeze.“Don’t tempt me, Darre...,” she said. Then she winked at me. Quite what this meant, I wasn’t sure. I knew very well that there could never be anything more between us. I left the two women to their garden talk, forcing myself not have a little wank upstairs thinking of Mrs Hotter.Partly this was due to the advice Mrs Hotter herself had given me. I took what Mrs Hotter said very. She suctioned it upright on the corner of the table. Next was a bottle of lube. The next item was a pair of handcuffs. They looked real and they had only one key with them. Next was a rather small black rubber but plug that she placed on the table. The last items she removed from the bag was a clear plastic devise that looked like a tricky clamp. I wasn’t quite sure what it was. I sat down on the couch while Arlene stood in front of me still wearing her coat. I turned some music on my phone and. More

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