"What can I do for you today, Michael?" she smiled. "You know what I want! I want Bambi, I want to break her in. I want to be her first client. Make ...t happen," he demanded. "You should know better than anyone, Michael, I do not take demands, not even from you. We made a deal. When you turned her over to me, we agreed that what you get out of her is a percentage of the cash she brings in. You want more, you have to to go through the same process as everyone else. If you want to be her first. Doesn't giveme any names, no other subsidiary companies and not much info on the insurancecoverage. Sort of reminds me of the package that Hector and I got last timewhen I went after that school girl; that was just after Hector'd disappeared.Like it was written by Sgt. Friday from Dragnet: ?Just the facts, ma'm.? This gets me to thinking, so I get some change and walk over to the phoneto call my one contact that owns a computer. She's ?super geek? to me and livesalone, making her living by. My heart stopped as I saw my mother standing there with her arms folded, still wearing the outfit. She did not say anything and she had an odd look on her face. She put the lid down on the toilet and sat down on it. Then she just motioned me to continue! I could not describe the look on her face...I did not know if she was mad or something else. I stood there for a moment looking down at my mother; my eyes were glued to her tits. Lustful instinct seemed to take over before I realized I. Her tender, young body, so like mine was ready for the awakening of exquisite pleasure. Mindless with desire now, my nails raked over her tummy, leaving bright red scratches behind. My tongue thrust in and out of her hole, mimicing the motion of a stiff cock as I took her closer to climax. Chey writhed underneath my mouth, her fingers clutching at the sheets until they tore from the mattress. My tongue flattened to lap at her cunt like sweet cream, drinking every drop of my sister's juices. Her.