”“So you want me to prostitute myself again, is that it?” I said, just as the waiter bent down to take our plates away. I ignored her.“Yes.”... sat back in my chair. I’d already decided to do it. Fuck, why wouldn’t I. I’d never been fucked so completely. Never been so satisfied. Never been so fucking stretched.“What’s it worth?” I asked.“I don’t know, but he will pay you. I understand he’s very generous.” Hubby said“No darling, I mean what are you willing to give if I fuck one of your. Phil's cock sprang out as she removed his briefs, and she gave him one quick suck. Then she turned her attention to Bobby.Bobby was the youngest of the firemen in the firehouse, but when Michelle opened his shorts, she gasped. Bobby's cock was hanging below the bottom of the leg of his boxers. "Impressive, isn't he?" said Stan. "Oh my," was all Michelle could mutter as she almost reverently pulled Bobby's boxers down to reveal his personal fire hose. The other four firemen just stood and. "My god, it was your own son!", she repeated."Yes, yes... it was my own son's spunk that your saw down my legs", admitted mom, "and Peter's for god's sake"."Hold on!, just hold on here!", exclaimed Susan, "Are you saying that the other morning when I was in the yard, not ten feet away, you allowed your own son to fuck you over the kitchen sink and that Peter joined in as well?" That's exactly what I'm saying Susan", replied mom.Peter turned to me again and said "Your stupid mother has blown it.. "Don't want to get their pretty uniforms dirty."Zaratta asked, "Are we sure Zahlman's really there?" No," Pru acknowledged, "but they are guarding one building." She pointed it out on the image displayed on the com screen. "And, there's enough going on there, that's not legal, to justify our operation. As for me, I'm sure that's where they've got him."They spent the morning going over the equipment, doffing their kilts and trying on the fatigues. To Pru's surprise, everyone found a set that.