I smile inwardly as I see the sweet way he twists his mouth to the side slightly, as he breaks out his dad-like moves. He’s so fucking cute. I want ...im. I want to tear his clothes off him. That’s what I want. I want them ripped. Tattered. I want to throw him over the bar and fuck him until he screams.Jesus.Get yourself together!I’m out of control. Far from chilling me out, the drinks are making things worse. Liza has her arms around him and is whispering into his ear. He absentmindedly leans. Jay looked directly at his mother. "Hot piss?" That's the only kind," she answered, her voice throaty."Well ... I'd have to think about that," Jay said.She looked at her son closely. "That man didn't mean he would actually drink my piss, you know." He didn't?" He was talking about licking my cunt."Jay's eyes widened as he looked at his mother. "Licking your cunt?" Eating me," she grinned at him. "You know, sticking his tongue up my cunt and sucking and licking it, making me come with his. But I,ll bet your job isn,t very boring!” “It can be Joe, but the money is nice!” Then she was heading for the lifts( elevators) up to their rooms. The main concierge an Italian named Giuseppe Rossi called me over. “ Wasn,t that the American porn star Carol Connors?” “Yes it was. Nice body!” I replied. “Yes bet she Fucks as well as she sucks!” he chuckled. “I,d love to find out.” I added. “She,d never touch the likes of you and me. She does it for. It bucks!” He scoffed. The woman was soon. Ironically they were discussing servants when I arrived at Rebecca’s side. Her friend was suggesting, ‘I prefer Mexican or even Puerto Ricans, they’re very hard workers and need the bare minimum of food and sleep.’I was about to interject that they may well prefer more of both than they were given, when Rebecca spoke with a smile, ‘no, no, give me a nigger anytime!’I was shocked at her use of the word. I hadn’t heard it used in public for a couple of years, and then only by rednecks or rowdy.