They are here to tell us the latest on the hotel massacre,” said Maria.“That’s not exactly accurate,” said Velez. Both women were cast from th... same mold, late thirties, somewhat heavyset, and very world-weary. “Who are you?” she asked.Jack smiled. “I’m Jack Winfield.” He reached across the coffee table and shook their hands in turn, and in the instant he did so, understood the two women instantly. They were trying to avoid showing it, but they were completely stumped by the massacre. They were. ”“Okay.”I crawled on the bed and Gwen cuddled up to me. I ran my fingers through her gorgeous hair as we went to sleep.I woke up about an hour later. It was three o’clock and Jim might be home within an hour.“Gwen! I should go before Jim comes home.”“Okay.”“But I want a nice blowjob first.”Before she could agree or disagree, I climbed on her chest and pushed my cock into her warm mouth. She eagerly opened for me, but wouldn’t let me go down her throat.“Give me your throat, Gwen,” I said. .. is the sixth?”“You’re smart, you figure it out?”I saw her eyes bug out, “Is it Mom, are you fucking our mother?”“NO, I am making love with my mother, Sally. I call her Sylvia.”“This is getting creepier by the minute. You’ve got four harlots, plus your own mother. You ... are a predator, Matthew!”Walking in the room was Mom, who said, “He is not, Kelly. These ladies have answered an ad, for a service he is providing. They pay a fee, as have I, for a real service. He gives of himself, and they. “I thought as much.” The grin on her face lit the room brighter than any torches. “Thank you for telling me the truth. Every jealous idiot keeps making eyes at me. It’s exhausting.”I asked her something that no man has ever asked her before. “Camilla, what do you need?”“What do I need?” she replied. “I’ve been chased all my life, but never asked that simple question about my own needs.” She looked deep into my eyes. “I need you.”She took my hand and led me up the stairs to a private room. This.