I was still a little bit drunk and noticed moms nipples under t-shirt. I came to her closer, took her hips and gave her a soft long kiss on lips.'Happ... new year, mommy.' I whispered but didn't put my hands of mom.We were standing like that for a while, looking into each others eyes. Suddenly her hand was rubbing my back and slowly slight to my ass.'Honey, you are drunk. Go to bed and have some sleep. Ok?' said mom but still rubbed my back and ass.'And, will you go to my bed with me?' I asked. At 6'3" this wasn't all that unusual, but Emily couldn't have been more than 5'2" and really had to crane her neck to look up at me.After a sufficient pause I answered in a controlled voice, "Hello, you must be Emily. My name is Alex ... and I chose to accept you as a client."Holding out my hand I finished, "It's a pleasure to meet you." Whatever," Emily replied, completely ignoring my hand. "I'm told you're supposed to be God's gift to women, so let's go find out how good you are." That is not. "Yes," I whispered."Louder," he said. "Yes," I said louder as he pushed slowly into me."Tell me what you want," he said as he lingered there. His tip just pressed into me."I want you to fuck my ass, Adam," I begged. He groaned at my words.My pussy was throbbing. The anticipation was so arousing. I braced myself knowing what was to come.He pushed in hard and I cried out loudly. I bit down again on my lip to try to control my sounds. I felt him push deeper, the burning sensation so hot and so. The paint would not settle on the shiny surface. Martin called Mike over and explained that the cups were made of the wrong material, and that he couldn't paint over them. Mike's face looked like he'd found a pound but lost five. Clare then entered the conversation. "Could you take the cups off Vicky? Then we can finish painting you." Victoria looked over to Mike, a glimmer of hope flashed across his face. "Okay then." Victoria heard herself say the words, but couldn't believe that she'd.