They came for a specific service, paid handsomely and could go away confident that total discretion would prevail. Nevertheless, it was surprising how...many women were willing to disclose details of their private lives, it was as though they came to the salon as if to confession, needing to justify their desires. Laura Ford-Ramsey’s story was not untypical. Her husband had a number of directorships in the City, keeping him in London during the week. In addition, there were week-end invitations. "Pound that pussy!" Bill cried, getting into the swing of things and pulling Paula onto his lap.Paula squirmed on the hard rod pressing into his soft cheeks and moaned, feeling the man who had just been fucking that juicy cunt push harder at his mouth with a hot piece of meat that smelt musky with spent cum."Suck it," he grunted, heedlessly shoving his cock into a warm hole. Any hole would do in the advanced state of arousal he was in after several hours of rabid sex."Oh shit," the man next to. ” We both laughed and I wondered whether he might even think it would be worth it. On Sunday Betty welcomed us as though nothing had happened. She was friendly, kissed us both, offered us drinks, and asked how things were. David told her all was well, and the conversation went from there. Cordial to say the least. Betty is a couple of inches taller than me. She is an attractive woman not really looking her 48 years and although a few pounds overweight it gave her some. I was not depressed; I knew his feelings towards me. He was concerned about me; and I knew that he was dying to fuck me, given an opportunity he would simply jump between my thighs.I replied to his mail and wrote him that it got to be his own choice, and he only could decide what kind of relationship he wanted to have with his mom. However, I suggested him to explore about his mother’s feelings towards him.I was determined to seduce my son; perhaps a little titillation might help him to.