Grosvenor for some reason the name sounded familiar but I couldn'tplace it. Now that my stomach was settled I decided to finish my foodand then drive ...ack to my place. As I sat eating I let my mind wanderand suddenly remembered in a flash of insight. Ambrose Grosvenor, wasa criminal, he'd been convicted of practicing illegal magic includingnecromancy. It had been a case study in my ethical use of magic classwhen I'd been at the University. A few of weeks ago he'd been paroledafter having. ‘Does it turn you on such a young cunt like me makes you shake down to your teeth? Making you harder than the bumper in my hands?’ ‘Sheeiit baby,’ he slurred, the excitement of her touch already making him happier than usual. ‘You’se can do anyt’ing, jes’ don’t stop.’ The cabbie could feel how soft her hands were, wrapped up, squeezing him, making him moan as she stroked the length, the dickmeat inflating in her fingers as she rhythmically pumped and fucked the cock with her hands. She blew in. "i want you to fuck me hard and make me cum straight into my mouth please " i begged, adding that I'd love to have two loads of spunk in my mouth at once. Leaning over me and holding the headboard, his dick slid inside me and I could actually feel it throbbing. "Fuck me hard " i begged once again and he started to do exactly that, using the full length with every thrust. I could see his dick slamming back and forth between my legs, and I knew right away that I couldn't stop myself from cumming. "Good morning," I said finally.She didn't respond. Instead my mom crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me."Don't you have anything sexier to wear than those old pajamas?" I thought I was being sociable but Mom didn't take it that way."What I wear to bed is none of your goddamned business. Now get out of here," she ordered.I could tell Mom was pissed. She never used strong language unless she was very upset. So, she thinks what she wears to bed is none of my business. Well, I was going.