He walked over to the bed and felt the hardness of his own erection ready again. Melanie moved “Stay exactly where you are little office slut”. ...e masturbated wildly and shot his cum over her face and hair. “When you are rested clean up your face and dress but don’t shower or clean away any evidence of your sluttiness from your hair or cunt or ass. Do you understand ?”She muttered “yes” as she felt, rather than saw him leave the room.In the Bar, nearly an hour later, she had never felt such. She was wearing a pink thong, which he insisted on always when she was dressed, a bra and tee shirt, a short black skirt, and flip flops. The day was oppressively hot and humid, but inside the entry of the building it was pleasantly cool. There was a teenage receptionist, a goth with black hair, black clothes, black nails, black eye shadow, and many piercings: three or four in each ear, two in each eyebrow, one each in her nose, lip, and cheek, and God knows how many elsewhere. ?Hi, Doc,?. Her thighs clenched around my face.Sean stood up and moved behind me as I feasted on Mom. Wiggled at him, my knees shifting on the floor as I spread my legs wider. More of his cum poured out of me. I was so sloppy. I felt so juicy down there. I loved it.“Fuck her, Sean!” Mom moaned, her voice so throaty. “Ram that cock into your sister’s cunt! She’s such a wanton, little whore.”Sean’s cock rubbed at the sloppy depths of my cunt. He rammed into me. I groaned into my mother’s snatch. My tongue. You seem to enjoy my company, and you know I fancy you, yet you keep that invisible fence up. Am I wrong?”She smiled with downturn lips. “ I’m a grieving Widow Ed! But your right I do like you. I also like this lovely tune being played; can we dance Ed?”Ed rose and took her sedately onto the floor where they began smooching to the slow melody. Ed murmured in her ear, “Okay Mrs Windsor give me a break, what do your friends call you?”“It’s Valerie; or Val if you prefer.” she said without.