I gave it a few minutes before creeping up the stairs and pressing my ear to the door, I heard the quiet buzz of one of her toys and some gentle music... I slowly turned the door handle and opened it a crack. Laying on the bed was my mother, legs wide, a black and white lace corset with a thong stockings and suspenders and black high heels. She had a silk blind fold on, enjoying the sensual pleasure of being blind to her exploring, knowing hands. She had pulled her corset down so a beautiful firm. I’m afraid a queen-size bed won’t fit in my new room. Your mattress looks comfy, though.”“Better try it out,” I suggested. We went into the bedroom and she sprawled on top of my bed. She looked ... inviting. “I think I could get used to this. It’s actually a pretty comfortable mattress.” I stretched out beside her.“Lily, I don’t know if I want to be your lover. I wouldn’t mind trying it once. God knows, I’ve tried everything else.”“Really? Tell me about what you’ve done.” She rolled onto her. ." I allowed myself a knowing smile at thatreference. Natasha continued praising my hard work and my work ethic,informing me that I was in for a nice bonus.There was a knock at the door, and in step Natasha's secretary, Maggie."Sorry to interrupt Natasha, but your one o'clock appointment hasarrived. You did tell me to let you know," said Maggie politely.I started to stand up and told Natasha that I leave her to herappointment and get back to my office. Natasha put her hand out andstopped. She screams.Agnes has a tight little body, thick thighs and a nice, slim, waist. Her tits are just right, perfect to grab and torture, they bounce prettily when Zion rips open her white shirt and black bra. She’s screaming her head off, her pretty face going red from the effort. The limb plays with her breasts, making them jiggle, slapping them, and she arches away so intensely that it looks like her back must hurt. She’s held as still as possible against the cold floor.Zion watches as Agnes’.