Luckily it sold quickly and they were ready to head out for a new start in their new town.Moving away had a number of advantages. First, but not least... was the fact that neither of them could stand the thought of leaving the other; that had not even been a serious consideration. Second, in the new town they weren't known as Evan and Cheri, mother and son, they were the new freshman that lived with the foxy older chick. They could afford to be seen together and not worry if they were showing. One the aspects of my arrangement was that I never wanted to hear from him. So it was with some irritation that I called his L.A. office.“Larry. Thank God you called me,” his annoying voice greeted me.“I thought part of our arrangement was that I never had to hear your voice,” I said.“No, our arrangement was that you never had to see my face,” he replied wearily. “I wouldn’t think of bringing the reclusive L.C. Compton into the sunlight.”His dropping my pen name in the conversation told me this. I say this because the crazy woman had came into my bedroom one night and tied me to the bed. When I woke up she was standing there with a bedpan and a smoke. She told me that if I had to piss that I had to use the bedpan because she had plans for me. So being a good boy I use the bedpan while she holds it for me. She gave me the smoke and started playing with my cock. While putting the cigarette out I noticed several snacks at the bedstand, I asked her about it and she said that we'll need it. Smelling Lexi’s pussy nearby, Olivia grasped what was wanted of her, stuck out her tongue, and got to work.Watching Mimi’s eyes all the way, ready to stop immediately if her mistress desired it, Mia now slipped out of her kimono, climbed up onto the table, and covered Lexi’s mouth with her freshly shaved pussy. Mimi sat back and sipped her Champagne, very much enjoying this scenario: the blond cheerleader tied to the table, blindfolded, her crumpled uniform gathered above her waist and below.