.. Nice body, pretty face ... Real tits!” She nods toward her tits and Renae’s, acknowledging that neither of them has ‘real’ tits anymore, th...n continues... “I was already ‘dating’ older-men when I was still in school, and as soon as I was old enough to move away, I didn’t head off to university ... I went straight to London to chase the big money...”We cut to a different angle, skipping some of her story, just sticking to the relevant, and interesting, bits... “I was escorting for six years. Her tits had totally sagged and were swinging freely as I pinched her nipples. I started milking my mother's breasts and urged the man "Yes! Fuck her! Fuck my mother! She's a cheap whore."Mom opened her eyes and looked at me. "Ugggghhh!" she moaned and lifted her head. I knew what she wanted now. Her lips were painted bright red and she looked more of a whore than bride.I slapped her face. "This is what you want cunt! You want to be ****d and abused." Yes Dave! Yes! Your mother wants to be. This was a come-on surely! Looking her straight in the eye, I said,"No, not really, but I'll try anything once." She smiled knowingly and whispered,"Perhaps, when we go to our room, you could give me one!" I nearly choked on my gin and tonic. The way she said it, left no doubt in my mind. She had just asked me to shag her. I could have leapt on her there and then. I was so damned horny; I was gushing in to my knickers. I looked around the table, no one seemed to paying as any attention, and as. I loved the sound of her simple whimpers and watched her drool saturate the quarterly report book with soggy release. She was not hiding any emotions at that special moment and I pulled on her hair to bring her mouth back to give her a kiss of gratitude for her skillful ride.We disengaged and had just smoothed out our clothing when our boss, Francesca Simone, entered the office to see if the quarterly report was finished as yet.Camryn pretended to have something in her eye and I just looked at.