The discarded maid sat watching them petulantly from the corner and that was just fine with Becky because at times like these she had to have a certai... degree of privacy.Each time that Sir Louie descended down on top of her pulsating body, Becky rose up to meet him like a valiant foe on the battlefield of love willing to engage but wanting to have some degree of victory regardless of the outcome.He dropped his head down low and nibbled her defenseless ear and she felt his sharp teeth in her. There was no answer.I moved to the glass window and peered inside. The shop was empty. I moved to the back of the shop and tried opening the back door. It was also locked.I checked my surroundings again to see if anyone was watching. All clear.I bent down and picked the lock. After a few seconds, I opened the door.I paced slowly and quietly inside. The shop was messy. There are tools everywhere, but not a soul was inside.I checked every corner, every cabinet for things that will help me figure. Beneath me mother seemed to flow from shuddering climax toshuddering climax and her lower limbs, wrapped about my body, squeezedme with wild abandon as she panted and moaned in her atavistic passion.I loved her then, as much as anyone can because she gave me not only mylife, but also my ecstasy. So, was it perverted. Who knows what goes onbehind closed doors that never reaches the light of day. All I know isthat I loved it, revered it and would never break its secret becausethen It would be. He bent forward his weight and size trapping me against the bed his fingers working through my hair bunching it and gripping as if it was the mane of a horse he was riding bareback. He was talking all the time “you like a real man don’t you, you like it rough” he was taking long hard strokes then at the top of a stroke he thrust hard down again but missed his target and went balls deep up my arse I screamed out but this just spurred him on, his pace quickened I relaxed and started to push back.