I knelt between Betty’s parted legs and she kissed me hungrily, enjoying Mo’s fluids and odors on my face. She had undressed while I was eating Mo... and I could see I had been right about her dense black rainforest. The hair on her thighs was quite spiky, and I was surprised that it turned me on as it did. It seemed to make her more earthy, more human and more animal.As we were in this position, my erection dancing in front of Betty’s stomach, there was one logical thing to do. She leaned back. ”I opened my mouth to respond but couldn’t think of what to say. I hadn’t heard anything near that and wondered where he got his intel. Not that I felt it was untrue, but I liked a little more substance than hearsay when forming my opinions.“I see you’re not up-to-date with the latest news,” he told me, reading my facial expressions. “Our President admitted last night in front of Congress that she’s been having an affair with Lyden’s son, that shapeshifter. What was his name?”“Sheldon,” the. "The Emir ignored him and walked over to table 67 where he sat down. This left the Maître d' with no choice but to bring him a menu and signal the Head Sommelier to serve in that ill-regarded corner of the establishment. The Chef de Station was also told that this customer was to be served only by Paulette. The Maître d's most ardent desire was that this extremely wealthy customer should be kept happy. Tips in thousands of euros were very rare, even in La Potinière, though what the young Emir. Carole eagerly lapped it all up, her tongue rolling hungrily over the enflamed cockhead as her daughter moved it over her soft supple skin."You can't leave him like this, Mother—that's not fair. You're going to have to let him fuck you now."Spencer was shocked, he'd never expected this—but the way his cock lurched once the idea registered in his mind made a smile come over Peri's face.Peri had never intended for this to happen at all, but once she saw that look of wanton desire in her mother's.