Just then, Officer unloaded thick wads of cum in Mom’s mouth. She took sips of water and washed it down and smiled.“Practice, Vanaja, practice mak...s one perfect” she told her, jumping on the cock expertly and moving massive hips sensuously.“OK. Last 5 minutes. Everyone finish this fucking business. We have to go home” Manager ordered.I quietly went out on tip toe and put back the bolt.I waited for 5 minutes and called Mom on mobile.“Mom, I was getting bored, so I came with Ali to pick you up.. Her delicated fingers danced around his face, it was hard, his face was like hide or a very tough leather. Her fingers were wet with the blood of her parents and she knew it. She kissed himharder thrusting her tongue into his mouth as his knife slowly drew up. The tip met the edge of her sweat pants. In one fluent motion the knife was in her pants. Her pants were pulled down partly, right under her ass. The handle of the knife slowly rubbed her swollen clit.She gasped in a partial moan as she. The man who bought it, gave me some advice. "You are wasting your time trying to sell quality stuff here my dear. Very few who come to this market are rich enough to afford the price you have to charge for a decent painting. You would be better off going to Kensington and sitting on the pavement there with a few items."I thanked him and in my mind, I already knew what he'd said was true but Kensington was much further away and I knew of no one there whereas at Fulham, I become known to many of. I just listen a lot. And its ‘Carpe Dame’ – ‘Grab the girl’.’ Just occasionally Steve’s humour surprises me. ‘Is that kettle boiled, or were you too busy ‘listening a lot’?’ ‘You’re out of milk.’ ‘I don’t take milk. There’s some UHT cream in the cupboard above the sink. Top shelf. In the white plastic basket.’ I was talking to an empty doorway but I could hear Steve rummaging through the cupboard. ‘Found it. Thanks.’ Steve brought through the coffees and flopped down on the settee. He looked.