Things ran later than we thought and there was traffic." How about hi mom?" said his mother, sitting on the couch, sipping aglass of wine."Sorry?" sai... Brian, leaning back against the door. "Hi mom." And it's fine. I figured as much," His mother put down her glass. "Didyou have fun?" I'm not exactly sure I'd call it fun," said Brian, looking away. "ButI'd say more like it was exhausting." And how did it go?" asked his mother, folding her feet up Indian styleon the chair."I think pretty good,. She imagines the woman being dominated by the three others may be his girlfriend, or his fiancée, or his wife, the three others her former lovers. Or his lovers? Are they teaching him a lesson? Or her? Or both? Or has she given herself freely, for her own amusement, because she likes to be tormented and torment her current paramour in return? Or maybe he has given her away because he likes seeing her like this, manhandled and used? Do they both enjoy being helpless? Do they have a standing. I make it worse, reaching around. I begin to jerk him fast again. He has so much pre-cum I could swear he actually came, but I know better. As does he. My cock begins to swell harder; the need to come is too great. I want to explode deep inside him. I edge him closer to orgasm again and slow down. I know it’s teasing me as well, but I don’t even care. At least this time I know I’ll come. When I know his near-orgasm has passed, I quickly start to fuck him again, he leans back into me. My pelvis. And, saving the best for last, I got the contract with Moliere and Sons." Wonderful! I can' tell you how proud I am of you!" And how about your weekend?" asked Linda.There was but a moment's hesitation. Cassi could, of course, reveal nothing of what had really happened. She felt guilty in lying to her companion but what else could she do?"Oh, we continued to work on the Fleming case, but so far nothing. We're really stymied." You mean you didn't have anyone over to the apartment while I was.