E. pink……, i was too excited…, i closed the door and hugged her very tightly….., taken her in my arms into our perfumed bed room….I was just...like a hungry tiger. I started kissing on her lips….Earlobes…Neck…., then removed her shirt and to my surprise, she was wearing a black bra.., with her white skin, it was shining like a star…, i start folding her boobs…., then removed her salwaar, she was also wearing black panty…., she removed my t shirt and jeans…., i was also with my white jocky….I put. .. please!"A smasher! One for the book! Gengis Khan, Attila the Hun and the current movie hero: none of ém touched a moment like this. I was drunk with power. "I will give you two more," I said grandly. "Then you will ask me nicely, using the four letter word."She did not protest. Perhaps I was being kinder than she dared hope. I gave those two strokes all I had. She danced like a puppet on a string, moaning and sobbing. But she managed it: "Please fuck me, sir." That 'sir' was a real killer.. Karen had re-organized Betty’s phone and cleaned up her contact list. She had even kept notes of the client’s tastes and preferences, as well as how much they were usually willing to donate for a session with Betty.In the morning, when she awoke, she immediately realized she had been sleeping naked and felt ashamed. She turned to her son. He was awake. She was aghast that he may have seen her sleeping naked and pulled up the blankets to cover her bare breasts. “Why didn’t you wake me up the way. I loved the taste of his cum. I swallowed as fast as possible, but was having trouble containing all of it… some dribbling out of my mouth and down onto my hand. After about ten good spurts, his spasms slowed and I pulled my aching mouth from his still rigid cock.Turning around to face him, I kissed him deeply, something rob would never have let me do, tasting myself on his tongue while letting him taste the remnants of his juice on mine. I lay with my leg over his, cuddling for a short time.