Jimmy dropping into his armchair, the coming week stretching ahead like another treadmill. He sensing some small tension in the house, asked his mothe... if things were all ok, her reply “same, same not much changes” satisfying him. But, she then qualified that with a comment that his son was beginning to take an interest in women, which had his father grinning and muttering the lad was “a chip off the old block, at least he`s not gay, you will have to watch him mum, he will be after you if. Your coat is removed with mine and I drop them on a chair. Without any difficulty, I have you out of your pants suit and into a pair of long leather gloves and six-inch heels. You look spectacular snuggled into the sofa opposite the fireplace.With you properly dressed, I quickly step out of my outfit. My cowboy boots are replaced with beautiful black kid stilettos and I slide the butter soft red gloves up my arms. They are the perfect matches to your black ones. With our outfits matching. The hard cock stretches her pussy walls and she can feel every delicious ridge and vein. Mr. Quincy does fuck her – as soon as he hits the bottom of her well and bumps against her cervix, he pulls completely out, only to plunge back in again. Over and over he stabs at her, clearing her pussy with every withdrawal and watching as his meatsword opens her back up again. Olivia grabs the edges of the desk and holds on tightly, enjoying the ride. As Mr. Quincy pounds her pussy for all he is worth,. I saw that both females were awake; one, the brunette, was sitting up, trembling, suffering from shock -- head bent, fists clenched, shoulders quaking. The other was in a fetal position and seemed even farther gone. I addressed the brunette: "Excuse me, Miss --" I began, but stopped myself. What if what Lowry said was true? I realized that I didn't know how to address the patient, and so I softened my tone as not to frighten her. "Can you -- can you tell me your name?" I queried. .