I entered the stairwell. Time 19:25.Now out of sight, I put my blouse and panties in my purse. I pulled up my skirt just over my bra. I sent a text. �...�I am close. 10 seconds from your door. Please be ready to open it for me.”Text response: I’m by the door now.Extra bright red lipstick on. Stairwell door open. Nobody in hallway. Good. I knocked gently. The door opened. (My keycard was ready in case there was a problem.)He closed the door. I said, “Clark, it’s good to see you in person again. You. It was all I could do to remember to breath.And then she cheated.With my hands wrapped around her head as she deepthroated me, she extended her arms to the limits of her reach and pulled my goggles down from my eyes.It was my Mom, Amanda, with my fingers interlaced in her long, wet blond hair. With her wet mascara starting to run like dark tears down her cheeks, she looked directly up at me while holding my entire member in her mouth. The moment our eyes connected, she had me, which I guess had. They didn’t know there was some more hiding inside the bra also. Rasika and Tara said, “Looks like Sanjay bhaiya had you had a wonderful night, bhabhi”. I just blushed and my face was turning red. Without wasting any more time, Rasika picked up the petticoat. She sat down holding the opening in her hands and I followed instincts and stepped into it. Tara pulled it over my thighs and over my waist and tied it tightly just above my bottoms, just above enough to cover my ass. It was quite below my. She guessedthat slave C weighed no more than eighty pounds and had been on a starvation diet forperhaps as long as a month. She noticed that the girl's ringed cunt lips were quiteswollen, as if she had been recently fucked; not just fucked, but fucked hard and for avery long time. That got her to thinking how that could be managed, but then she wasdistracted by the girl's tongue that was licking her pale lips in anticipation of havingsome pussy to eat. Tracy decided not to keep the girl.