He received her email shortly after lunch. All it said was that she loved him and hoped he enjoyed the recital.He left his office at five and drove home after stopping at the florist to buy a single white rose, her favorite. The house was empty. He scanned the mail on the desk as he set his briefcase down. Nothing important. He fixed himself a sandwich and ate it quickly.After a quick shower, he gathered the rose and headed for Black Tie Outfitters. The short blonde saleslady fit the tuxedo to him. She brushed up against him numerous times as she pulled and fussed with the pants and vest. Her low cut blouse showed lots of cleavage as she worked around his waist. He couldn't help but start to get aroused.After some quick alterations, the tuxedo was pronounced ready and he started to hand her his visa card. "Its already taken care of, sir," she replied sweetly and handed him a bag with his clothes. He thanked her and strode back out to his car.He drove out Bixley heading east,. I'll admit I was a little surprised, did he like pain that much? Maybe a little. I walked up to his chest and gingerly put the heel on to his breastbone."Mmm, I can see you like Mummy's shoes. Why don't you suck the heel now?" I moved the shoe over his mouth and let his lips begin to suck on my high heel. Looking down at his chest I noticed the indentation my shoe had made. Like I had branded him mine, my toy, my slave. I didn't just like this idea, I loved it.Taking a deep breath, I removed the heel from his mouth and wriggled out of my dress. Michael looked up with amazement as I shook my body out the dress and let it drop to the floor. I then stood either side of shoulders, so that Michael could look up at his Mother dressed only in her black bra, suspender belt, stockings, heels and a very bare, naked pussy."You're still in this Witch's Power, Michael and you WILL eat my pussy!"I dropped down to my knees and slowly dropped my soaking-wet pussy on to my Son's face. I gasped with.
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