”“I am going to have to get used to it but you know the idea of my mother turning into a sexpot is a trifle fun.” They went downstairs to find t...e proto sex pot sitting in the kitchen drinking tea and wearing a sweater that covered her fanny but only just. Apart from Sal, Alex and Linda were there as well. Mark however was off working again on the memory stick which had access to date from their target the Belarusian trade mission that was a front for funding back ops against NATO.“Hello. I felt Vivian slide something else over my cock - it felt like a condom, but much thicker. Part of me suddenly hoped that she was perhaps going to let me fuck her, as my mind wandered to a point of me having her bent over the bathroom counter, me pulling the back of her hair and relentlessly pounding in and out of her pussy while she screamed in ecstasy. Those visions were quickly put to rest, however, once I felt her slide my dick back into the sheath of the fake pussy and then paste. As she’d spoken the words, Andrea had no intention of making Mike submit to another man; but as her orgasm swept through her, the thought of him doing so only added to its intensity. As her breathing slowed, Andrea lay slumped on Mike’s chest; musing over how she might use this to drive him deeper into submission, once he was used to doing the housework, teetering round on high heels, in a maid’s dress.Andrea was sure getting him a nice wig and teaching him to wear make-up, would make it a fun. " Thank you, Mr. Brinkley. That makes life a lot simpler for all of us. I may see you in the hospital tomorrow. Mrs. Brinkley's delivery went so smoothly that I am sure that she will be discharged tomorrow afternoon. That is current hospital policy when there are no complications. Good bye for now."The next morning in the hospital, Liz said that she was ready to go home. She maintained that she was feeling great and didn't see why she had to ride to the car in a wheelchair. The nurse said that.