I’m a private investigator checking on the woman.” Good God! This was getting better and better.I moved away and pointed him to the door. Max g...owled as we walked in. “Sit here,” I told him. “Let’s see some ID, like a PI license.” If he had any funny ideas he dropped them in a hurry when Max sat not more than three feet in front of him. I took the leather folder from his hand and opened it. “Paul Wilson, Licensed Private Investigator”—that’s what it said. I already knew the answers,. One day, I left my email account open on my computer. I was out with friends. When I came back, I saw my mother sitting on my computer chair with her hands folded. On the screen, I saw an email pulled up in which I had sent a picture of me wearing my mom's lingerie to a black man. I noticed that my mom had placed the same lingerie from the pictures next to the computer screen.I was frozen. I wanted to run, but I knew that would make it worse. I looked at the screen, avoiding my mother's gaze.. "You always look terrific, Betsy. Look--let's be all the way up front with each other, okay? I mean, we weren't friends before, but we can be pretty tight now, because we know things. And we both dig George. Right?"Betsy nodded, her dark eyes wary yet. "All right, Sunny. What do you want?" Not much," she said, conscious of the warmth where Betsy's thigh was touching her own. "Just to have your daddy screw my mom."Betsy jumped visibly. "W-What?" Hey--it's not like he's a real straight arrow,. Dr. Martin pushed his cock into my tight tunnel and started fucking me like he was possessed. His balls were slapping into my clit sending waves of pleasure through my body. He fucked me like this for some time. I then heard them slap there hands in a high five and Dr. Braxton yell switch. I was flipped over onto my back with my ass hanging over the edge of the desk. Dr. Braxton grabbed my legs and put them over his shoulders and fingered my pussy. He looked at me and said you are ours now..