The price tag read £250. I cringed, but rang on the doorbell anyway, telling myself that I deserved this treat.The girl at the door was stunning. Tal..., olive skin, green eyes and long black hair with a curl. She looked me up and down and smiled. I couldn't help but notice the pink lace trim bordering her swollen olive cleavage, which peered beneath her black wrap-around dress. I felt myself blush. I felt dizzy and strange.Without speaking, she lead me into the shop, which was empty. She. For a young apprentice he had the sexual equipment of a professional. He was well hung and that was a delight for the eager young women. But it was Margaret who made the first move. She grasped his large limp cock feeling the weight of it, the warmth of it and the slumbering potential power in it. She had been down this road before where shy overwhelmed young men were scared by the fact that they had to submit. She was ready for him. She reached behind her where an industrial vacuum cleaner was. A minute later I would be in her. But we had no time. So we restrained our self. A hard thing to do, but necessary. Sometimes. Mum went into our bathroom – yes our room had an own bathroom, one big plus – and started to undress herself. Slipped out of her amazing skin tight outfit. I sat beside her. On the toilet. Watching her. A raging boner between me legs. She just smiled at me: “Be a good boy. Make mum proud. Shoot a load for me.”So I jerked of. Eyes constantly on my big fat mother. Pulled. ‘I want to see you pull on them,’ Sharon encouraged, ‘show us how far they stretch.’ Lori must have complied because Sharon continued her cheering, ‘That is so hot Lori,’ and Lori moaned again apparently enjoying the attention of her friend. ‘It’s about time you finished your dare. Are you ready for your next guess?’ Jennifer interrupted. There was a long pause as I pictured Lori attempting to regain her composure. ‘I think you are enjoying this game way too much Jennifer,’ Lori finally.