As he entered the room the sight which awaited him stopped him in his tracks. The Princess, his mother, was waiting quietly for him, dressed in the ha...em uniform of open bolero and transparent, split trousers. As he walked in she knelt in obeisance before him."Master, thank you for sparing time for me," she said."Go and dress in your western clothes, please mother," he said, "and in future wear whatever you wish in the Palace."As she rose he saw that her figure was admittedly thicker than that. You're a good kid, and you've done everything I've asked you to do. But it just ain't enough, Son. Listen, go talk to Eddie Carnegie in the office. He'll have a severance check for you."Word hadn't yet spread among my erstwhile Baysox teammates that I had been released, so I simply sat around by my locker, half-dressed, until the place emptied and everybody was out on the field. Then I put my street clothes back on, wrapped up my glove and other personal equipment in a canvas bag, and prepared. He has always wanted to take part in the fetish scene but never found the woman to join him. He would love to have sex with a woman who wore thigh length boots and PVC lingerie willingly. This really intrigued me as my favourite fuck outfit is my PVC Waspie. The boots shouldn’t be a problem as I could borrow my friends or maybe even get him to splash out on a pair...no pun intended. Was I sitting next to an imaginative sex bomb or some loser who can’t afford a hooker? I answered that one. Sandy raised and lowered her hips driving her ass into Barry and allowing his cock to go in as deep as it could. She was one hot woman and he couldn’t believe how quickly he balls began to tinkle that morning. Almost without warning Barry ejaculated into Sandy’s ass flooding her rectum with another load. He held his body off of her as she rotated her hot ass and squeezed him with her sphincter. He had never in his life had such a hot ass fuck as he had with her. Finally he rolled to the side of.