Sure enough, the cot was damp with her juice, her thighs smeared with it. He leaned over her, whispered into her ear. "Tell me what you want, Alexis. ...ou're the client and I'm here for you."She pushed back against his hand. Her smoothly shaven pussy grazed him, leaving a thin veneer of nectar on his fingertips. She lifted her head slightly and tilted it toward him. With eyes reduced to slits, she said, "I love your hands, Jason. Do me with hands. Please Jason, please. Do me."He might not have. . noble. Now, it was ... a little scary. It felt like his times with Maidchen. That was wonderful, except that this was his mom, and things like that weren't done with one's mom.Actually, concerns about incest were loudly and regularly laughed at in the media. Experts were interviewed daily, it seemed, and expounded the benefits of sex in a close, caring environment. Since accidental pregnancy was almost eradicated, genetic concerns were no longer a factor. The mantra seemed to be 'What's the. “Keep them there,” he demanded, and I knew better than to ignore his orders. He released them and reached for the silk necktie he had taken off a few hours earlier. He wrapped it around my wrists so tightly, tying it after it had them completely secured.“Get down on your knees,” he growled. I slowly lowered down into a squat and then into a kneel. It was difficult to keep my balance with my hands so snuggly behind my back, but I was able to do it. I stared up at him, knowing exactly what I was. “It only begs for you.”His eyes lingered on her DD tits, still caked in a sheen of his sperm.“You said there was a surprise for me?” he asked.She moved over him, his saliva drying along the crack of her ass. She bent at the waist, legs straight, ass out, and wrapped her fingers around his cock and lightly stroked it from balls to tip. “Be patient, bad boy.”“That’s my problem. I don’t wait to take what I want.”“And do you always get what you want?”“Do you even have to ask? Your husband’s on a.