’ ‘Oh god.’ The chin slumped in confidence. The young woman handed across the diary and he saw the address inside the front cover was the same a...dress in Manhattan she’d recited to him earlier. ‘Why didn’t you call your parents to send you money?’ ‘Oh mo. I didn’t think that’s why. Give me my diary and fuck off.’ ‘I’ll tell you what. I’ll keep the diary and give you my card and hand over four hundred bucks that will be ample for your ticket, to have a decent breakfast and to get home by cab.. 'You wouldn't mind posing your self.' I ventured.'You know me quiet well don't you.''I do now that's for sure. What do you say, we could use the spare bedroom. If we moved the bed out there would be plenty of room.''I'm not so sure.' mom said.'Oh go on mom, we could pose together.' Chipped in Amy.That is an idea that had not even begun to form in my mind, but as soon as she voiced it I could see that it would be fantastic. I went up to the room to check it out. Like I had thought, if we moved. “Let’s get those handcuffs off you guys, and then Erika and I can explain how you’ll be servicing us, for a change.”In no time our stiff arms were swinging as freely as our cocks, and we were able to embrace the women who had given us so much pleasure.“Yesterday, Erika and I were able to enjoy a bit of girl talk, and the topic of fantasies came up,” Mom explained. “She mentioned that one of her fantasies is to get a very THOROUGH sensual massage. I thought that since we are lucky enough to have. So I went to the kitchen and started making coffee. I spent quite some time pulling this and refilling that, and yada, yada with my espresso machine, in the pretext while peeking for an opportunity. Yes, I can see her from the back, but what was there to see? When she turned and faced me, I turned away because I dared not look at her tits face to face.Finally, I stole a peek. She was frying something at the cooker five feet beside me. Still at my coffee machine, I turned my direction almost 90.