His turgid penis was poking out of his jeans and Charlotte was absent-mindedly masturbating him with a satin-gloved hand as she stared at me intensely...Steve yelled out at the assembled whores, "You see this bitch lying here across my lap. She ripped off a customer; she didn't give him what he paid for!" My customers always come first," he laughed at his own pun, "and when my girls don't treat their customers right, I won't treat them right!" he finished and with lightening speed he flicked up. She lingered provocatively smelling each article of his Italian hand made clothing almost as if she was checking to make sure his aroma was the only scent found on them.My mother then removed each one of his brown leather shoes, hugging them softly to her gorgeous face. Mom extended her wet tongue. Licking the tip slowly and cooing inaudible words. She resembled a horned up snake as it would instinctively sample the smooth leather top. Afterward, she gently placed them beside her bed.Pressing. I finished my coffee and decided to move my bag into the other bedroom. I was just finishing putting my stuff away when I felt someone watching me. Mary stood leaning against the doorway, smiling she walked to me and opened her arms.“Hmmmm, it’s been too long,” she said as she hugged me. I kept my hands away from her ass and held her tight across her back.Keeping her hold on me, Mary leaned back and looked into my eye’s, I kissed her nose as I said hi.Mary ran her hands up my back to my. Do you think the boys will really show up?"Gerta looked amused. "Don't you think they want a fuckin' piece of ass as much as we do?"Her mother sighed. "God, I don't know, baby. I want a prick in me so much I can almost taste it!"As if in answer to the woman's prayers, a car pulled up in front of the house."They're here," Gerta said softly, racing over to the window."Oh my god, Gerta, I think I'm going to faint!" she moaned. "You let them in."But now Gerta began to catch her mother's.