Being a slut, that what I do. After lunch, I got back into my position and they started watching tv. It was an excuse though. They just wanted to play...with me and abuse my body. I think abuse is a string word and is basically used for bad things. But abuse is a normal word for me to use.My mom took me by my head and drove towards her. She made me stand up and get down to the couch she was sitting. She put my head between her legs. And as she was naked as well, there was nothing between my mouth. I was making sure not a single drop of her juice is wasted. I was licking her up and down, her thighs, legs, fingers.She guided me to lick her clit which I was not very sure off.Anna said, “Start slow, and speed up after a bit”.And I did it perfectly. I licked and licked so nicely that she lifted her body up, shivered while she grasped my head and moaned. Her juices oozed out and I like a man in a desert looking for water was licking everything from her pussy.Then I turned her around and licked. You’ve had a sexual aid delivered to my business. Isn’t that right?”“Yes, sir.” Here it comes. “Begone, foul pervert.” Marie began to study the carpet in front of her toes.“Miss Samuels, I take you at your word that this will not happen again.” Marie’s eyes and her spirits sprang up . . . until he continued. “But that does not address your serious breach of company policy and professional conduct. Miss Samuels, what you do in the privacy of your own home is your business, but I have a right to. As good looking as any porn queen or centerfold. Currently she was a blonde but she had started darker, kind of mousy hair like mine, dishwater blonde somebody told me, and had so far tried a dozen shades - I liked the redhead best and told her so.So I stood there in the doorway looking at her and felt my big cock filling rapidly. I had relieved myself when I awoke with an iron-hard erection as I usually did, but now it was coming up again. Not unusual but sometimes annoying.She heard the door.