If he has to work, he can’t have a job that keeps him in the office late at night.”“I need him home at the same time every evening so I can have...dinner ready for him.”“After dinner, he needs to take me upstairs and fuck me until I can’t walk.”All I could say was, “Wow mom -- that was intense!”Her eyes opened and she immediately looked at me and said, “I’m sorry Bobby, some of those things that I just said you shouldn’t have heard.”“What’s for dinner tonight?” I asked her.“Oh dear ... I need to. ”John was amazed at the efficiency of the hospital. Then he recognized the technician as the one who had gotten the money from the other man. He went to look at the man’s badge for his name, but the guy was already moving his leg into the proper position for the x-ray. Someone else threw a lead-lined cover over this chest and genitals. Everyone left the room. The x-ray machine made a low hum. The technician came in with another plate, slid the old one out, and replaced it with the new plate. He. I lean into her, forcing her forward over the desk. Her hands come forward to brace herself, but my body weight presses down on her. I grab her hands and shoving them forward so that she loses her balance and lie down on the desktop. My heavy weight laying on her, she struggles to breathe under my weight. Under the pressure, her breasts press painfully against the desktop. Placing a hand in the middle of her back, I hold her pinned as I stand back up.I grab the collar of her shirt and yank it. She had trimmed her pussy when shaving her legs during her bath. She touched the black nylon with one fingertip, pressing it between her already swollen labia and up against her clit. Perfect.Now she went to her dressing table. She checked her make-up, making sure it was just what she wanted, a bit provocative perhaps but not slutty. Then she brushed her red-blonde hair, arranging it so that it fell freely. That would have to be rearranged, of course, but when it was time for that she wouldn't.