He was a little older than she was, in good shape, a long-distance runner more than a gym rat. They made a striking couple and could see themselves in...the inside reflective surface of the elevator doors.She turned a face up to him and pulled his face down for a kiss. She knew the elevators had security, the kiss was the finishing touch showing anyone who might be watching at any time that they were nothing more than a couple. Doug returned the kiss with almost surprisingly, at least to himself.. The masked man had stopped sucking her toes his hands now also pushing her tired thighs wider still. His face was close to her slit staring in fascination as the black man nipped and flicked her clitoris. The masked man's finger pushed under her pressed hood into her hole, the tip instantly becoming encased in slimy precome juices."Oooohhhhhh!" Debs moaned pitifully. His finger was tiny compared to the insertions she had taken and ejected but the sensation and humiliation of him just been able. McLaren groaned."Oh, Mr. McLaren, I never knew sex was so wonderful," Mother said in the same voice.I listened to their noises and words—heard his grunts and demands, heard Mother's encouragements and singing his praises. Then I went to my room and pleasured myself while the melody from my dream played in my head.It was obvious to me Mr. McLaren wanted me, and he was the kind of man who always got what he wanted. Mother would do nothing to stop him. She had told me once she would never deny him. Oh, my pussy just reveled in every brush up or down of his tongue. "Oh, Rick, that's wonderful, it feels wonderful. Mmm, so good, but I am so ready, you've just got to get up here and fuck me." My boyfriend raised up, leading his dick right up to my pussy as I watched, and rubbed it up and down, spreading my juices, then began pushing. I was sure that I had dispatched my hymen with a rather large dildo at a friend's house, so that didn't worry me. Rick pushed and I twisted around and it went.