The chair fell over because I saw feet in the air then the top of a head and eyeballs looking over the counter before he summoned up enough courage to...open the door.By the time he managed to open the door I decided to continue the rouse. In my angriest voice I could muster, "Where is your Chief of Security? He was to meet us here an hour ago!"The name tag he wore said he was Richard. "He never comes down here. His office is over at the main building. He may be over there."I had only been. But I was tossed aside and Jimmy's dad smacked him back onto the bed and said he was getting it whether he liked it or not. Soon I found my mother joining us, walking to Jimmy and grabbing his wrists back against the bed. I looked in horror as she placed a set of cuffs around his wrists, chaining him to the bed, then pulling his pants off, followed by his boxers. Jimmy's face got red and he began to yell that he didn't want it this way.I was snatched up again and pushed on to the bed, my. I removed my bra and put the dress back on. I looked in the mirror. I really didn't need a bra. Even at thirty seven my tits were still perky. The dress was short. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I slipped on a pear of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. "For a mother of an eighteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my husband still likes what I look like. He tries to fuck me at least five times a week." I heard the car horn.I ran downstairs,. She ran her hand up and down gently, teasing him. “Don’t stop, never stop.” Sara tightened her grip with her thumb and forefinger and licked the head and made small sucking kisses on the top of it’s smooth head. It was a decent penis, she thought, one that would work for now. As she took him into her mouth, her hands went beneath to squeeze his solid ass. She could take all of him down her throat, but decided she didn’t want to today. Instead she slid her short black running tights off and sat.