She scooted forward on my lap until I could feel my erection poking up between her legs, where she was already soaking wet with excitement. Then she c...ushed her bikini-covered tits against my bare chest and my hips jolted up in reflex, unconsciously pushing against her cunt. She squealed with delighted surprise. “Okay, we got my shirt off,” I said. “Fair is fair.” With her body still pressed firmly against mine, Tracy untied the string holding up her top. The straps slipped off her neck and. She looked puzzled when she saw her gifts. She thought Jim was just humiliating her again. Which of course he was...Her gift consisted of lingerie that few hookers would wear. Only when told the new things were what she'd be wearing home did Courtney appreciate and put them on.Courtney's homecoming outfit consisted of high platform shoes like strippers wear, fishnet stockings held up by a garter belt, crotch-less lace panties, and an open nipple bra. When she had dressed, Courtney looked as. When she turned the phone towards me I immediately recognized it was Isaac's picture and she was on his Facebook page. I tried to act nonchalant and be casual but inside my heart was racing, I wanted and needed to portray that it was perfectly normal for her to be sharing moments where her thoughts were about Isaac.Anyway I have no idea what I said but it was something like, wow that's very nice. (She had sent him a friend request sometime last year but by his Facebook activity you can tell he. Whatever her son had in mind, if it humiliated her, she wanted it.“That’s what I’m made for,” she said softly.“Made for what, Mother?” Shari asked.“Anything you want,”“Anything?” Barry asked.Again Janet nodded. “I’m made for whatever you want of me. I’ll do anything you ask, because that’s what I am.”“What are you?” her son asked. “I’m a whore!” Janet whispered, her face flushing. “I’m a whore and a cunt and a cocksucker. I’m whatever you want, me to be.”“A whore sells her ass! Mother,” Shari.