She had of course received ‘C8’, a male once known as Yates, as her own property some time before, but this sale of an item known as ‘C9’ to a...woman unknown to their circle, promised to be a deliciously spiteful event.Madam Roussell had already seen to it that her purchasing guest was suitably entertained before the three women arrived, the plump and very stern looking matriarch’s cunt brought to suitable arousal, by sadistic performances of Madam Roussell’s array of maids upon hapless male. “Shall we go into one of the toilet stalls?” Dougal asked with pleading eyes.“Okay, if you like,” Ainsleigh replied, shrugging in a dispassionate manner.Following Dougal, Ainsleigh now casually sauntered after him. With agitated lust, Dougal ushered him into the stall before bolting the door behind them. After dropping to his knees, Dougal greedily groped at the front of Ainsleigh’s trousers. Ainsleigh now took total control as he commenced adding his vocal predilections.“If I see any teeth. *** Have you ever had one of those fantasies? You know, the ones that feel so real you begin to wonder if you are actually imagining them? Well, I do&hellip, because I have them all the time! Sometimes, they turn into a story, but mostly they remain trapped inside my brain. That is, until now&hellip, December 31st 2013, 5:00 PM, the last day of the year! I was lying on my bed, my fingers darting in and out of my pussy when I suddenly remembered something. Oh fuck! I almost yelled as my fingers. I let go her hands to balance myself for a long fucking period. Mother stayed still. I drew back again this time to be out of her and thrust back again. Mother gasped again. Then I settled to a steadier rhythm. I had achieved what I wanted. Fucking my own mother. My cock was inside her vagina and I am fucking her.After few more strokes, I felt my balls exploding gobs of semen I have been storing for her. I humped on to her vigourously before I came. I could not help stop but gasp as I shot mine.