..I waited.I wasn't going to be disappointed , because the next day another video was posted...This time it was preceded by another photograph, with �...�British spy whore” printed on it in both English and Arabic.In it my poor naked mother looked like she was trussed up like a turkey and suspended on a metal bar, not unlike a chicken on a spit...I have seen this kind of suspension on the net before, a famous pic I saw once is one of a woman in Egypt, being interrogated...Supposedly also for being. So I went to pick her up in hsr layout and had to call her up to find her exact location. I did find her and then she got inside my car and we drove away to my place. So we were going, I was talking dirty to her. She had the perfect curves, she was wearing a one-piece dress. So I gave her the box of condoms and winked. She blushed. So as I was driving, I started to rub her thighs and slowly started to rub her pussy. She was so wet and it was warm. So when we reached my place and I closed the. We went into the house and onto my screened-in porch. I opened a bottle of cabernet and poured two glasses. I lit a joint and passed it to her. Wrapped in a towel, with one breast sticking out, she was a picture. I opened my massage table and covered it in towels. I lit some candles. I warmed some oil. I patted the table and she laid down on her stomach."Now I'll teach you how to give a full body massage."As I stood at her toes and began to stretch her legs, she groaned. I took my time. I. His stank breath made her gag as his hand snuck between their bodies and pushed against the material of her dress to cup her sex. She let out a strangled cry and pushed against him, lashing out. Her hand moved swiftly to make contact with his belly. He let out a grunt, his eyes wide and confused, as he stumbled back. Blood seeped through his clothing, wetting his hands, as he gripped his stomach, glaring at her. Her eyes met his, locked together in a dark gaze. She smiled, her icy blue eyes.