He quickly tied the gag around her mouth, then slipped a blindfold over her eyes… She heard a light switch click on and then the radio blared on, th... music drowning out any hope of being heard as the door latched and locked behind her. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck as he reached around her and undid the button on her jeans, then quickly pulled down the zipper… She started to fight but her arms were held uselessly behind her and his weight still pinning her against the. Then she points my cock at them as I start to cum, my jizz squirting onto her tits. This becomes a thing for us. Dad even jokes about it "So mom let you cum on her tits? She never let me do that to her." dad joked. I guess mom would report to him on our progress. Then mom sucked my dick, "I have not done this since high school" she said with a giggle as she blew me and swallowed my load. Then one day mom could not get me off, she stroked me but I was not getting there. After several weeks,. " Well we had a bit of a crisis about six months ago. The old headcopywriter left under something of a cloud." I bit my lip, he must havetaken it as a sign I wanted to know more. He leaned in, "Apparentlyhe's supposed to have insulted a couple of clients in some blog." Icouldn't look him in the eyes, "Personally I liked the guy. He was abit grumpy but he always made me laugh. I suppose his heart wasn't init anymore. Then again who still wants to be a copywriter in their40s?"40s? Bastard! "Well. As we left the church, I saw the man standing next to a beautiful motorbike. As I passed, I flashed him my most winning smile. He smiled back at me, a genuine smile. One of those smiles that make your heart flutter and makes your crotch moist. Over the next few days I saw him everywhere. He seemed to be following me. I didn’t mind, I liked the attention. Every time I saw him, he looked better and better, always in his leathers. I liked him a lot; I started to dream about him. Finally, I saw.