She wanted to call him but wanted to have her story straight before they talked."So tell me how he did it?" An excited voice asked."What?" Jeees Allis...n don't drag this out. Did he get down on one knee, was it at his place? Come on girl ... give." Kris I have no idea what you're babbling about". She said somewhat impatiently.There was silence."Oh shit." Was all she heard in response."What?" Never mind ... just forget I called." Kris ... what are you talking about? Who gets down on one. You're hitting me good, now..." Mmmmmmm," she hummed around his massive shaft and finger. "Mmmmmhhhhhmmmmm." Just the thought was enough to send wild sensations spiraling through her. She knew exactly what he meant, even recalled in a fleeting moment of memory how utterly horrified she'd been that first time, when she realized his intentions, yet had allowed herself to be subjugated and degraded in order that she might keep her job. She'd heard about what happened to girls who didn't give the. The rest of the rooms on the first floor were all small, and included the kitchen, dining room, a guest bedroom, living room, breakfast room, two bathrooms, and a sitting room off of the bedroom.The second floor was strictly a series of bedrooms, the master bedroom occupied the second floor of the tower, the nursery, Julie's bedroom, a second guest bedroom, Ken's room, another bedroom used for storage (full of boxes, clothes, and miscellaneous bags), and three bathrooms.For Ken, the third floor. After he discharged his load in my pussy, I just pulled up my panty and came home straight. His load must have dripped into my panty from my pussy.Me: I’m on my period’s mom.Mom: Really?I just nodded.Mom: come on, really? I’m your mom and moreover I’m a 41 years old woman who had been with enough men to know the difference between a man’s semen and a women period fluid.I was shocked hearing mom say “had been with enough man”. I saw the same expression in my mom’s face too.Mom: did I just say.