The topic had always been 100% off-limits. He literally never talked about them, ever.“Yeah, I figured,” I said, not knowing how else to respond.�...�He’s an angry drunk. Was always beating up on my mom and me—least until she ran off and I started weight lifting. But when I was a kid, he was always going on and on about how my mom ruined his life, and how she never wanted to fuck him, and blah blah bitter bullshit.” He sighed. “See, I know there’s other people in the world who are objectively a lot. “The Queen of Spades is the empress,” she’d say. “The Jack of Diamonds is her mistress.”“You can’t have a male mistress,” Nat argued.“What do you call it?” Anne demanded.“Consort,” I suggested. “Isn’t that what they call Prince Phillip? The Queen’s Consort?”“Hmm.” Anne got a sketchbook out of her bag and made a note, quickly sketching something out. “I’ll be the Queen of Spades one day. If you’re lucky, I’ll choose you as my Royal Consort.” She was always sketching something. After lunch she’d. One day I was at office she called me over my mobile and asked “come to my home” I told her OK I will come in the evening, the she told me I u come you have to stay whole night with me, then I told if u give permission I will stay, then she was laughing and then she asked me that I wanted to ask you something I said tell me “ She asked do you want have sex with me” I was shocked and I was kept quiet for some time and my body become cold by hearing this finally I told yes, Then she told me why. He just took more pictures of both the sexy mothers. That night, after developing and printing those pictures, he went into his room and locked the door. Then, with a sock wrapped firmly around his big hard cock, Vic took out his pictures of Mrs. Doyle and Mrs. Rooney in their sexy two-piece bathing suits.sistersIf two teasing mothers weren’t enough to taunt the young boy, Vic also had to deal with a few of his teasing sisters as well. What we’re talking about started with one of his two k**.