“Ah. You figured it out. You really are a remarkable detective, Mr. Clouseau,” Betsy said.“Where are you?”Betsy rubbed the torc on her arm and...then answered, “I’ll meet you at the Bloated Shark in two hours.”She ended the call. She looked around the parking lot.She called over to where the man was hiding, “Stay where you are. I’m sure they’re still looking for you. They’ve probably gone off to get a car and will drive around hoping to spot you running.”“Okay,” the man said.A dark sedan drove. "Stroke it harder mom, faster."She heeded her son's words and gave him exactly what he wanted; what he needed to feel in order to cum. She gripped him tighter and stroked him. She loved how his eyes went from being glued to her open vagina, to being closed shut because of the i****tuous pleasure he was receiving from her. And most of all, she loved having complete and utter sexual control over her own son."God... I'm going to cum... faster mom... harder..."Jill did the cruel thing and instead. He let it go, for the time being.He was introduced to the band by Joshua, who, in spite of knowing Cassie was Zak's ex-girlfriend, had not made the connection between Cassie and Ged at the flat warming party. In any case, Zak had not said anything about seeing her at the earlier party.Ged found the members of the band seemed to have different built-in attitudes to him. He seemed to get on with Peter immediately, but sensed acute hostility from Zak and to lesser extent from Amos."Don't see we. She was wearing a bright red satin bra with cutouts that allowed both of her dark, very erect nipples to poke easily through. A matching pair of crotch-less panties completed the ensemble, and she quickly came over to stand between us."Now that all the formalities are out of the way, I thought we should spend the rest of the evening enjoying ourselves," Maggie finished saying. She offered up one of her breasts for me to suckle, which I immediately did. Likewise, Gladys scooted her chair over.