She was half listening to him, but her eyes were milking in his presence. He was so cute, she loved the way his hair hung around his eyes, loved the w...y his eyes smiled at her, loved… everything about him. ‘Slow down!’ she told herself. ‘You’ll get hurt again’ But her inner voice was drowned out by the tingling throughout her body, and the delicious intoxication she felt in her head, like she had maxxed out on too many Chardonnays. She had drunk one glass, well, two, and as the wine relaxed. I want you to make dinner tonight."Sandra's hand relaxed. Her mouth stretched into a serene smile. "Of course, dear," she said in a soft voice. "I would love to do that. May I go now?"Richie slowly grinned. "Sure, Mom."Sandra nodded once and headed towards the front door."Just remember what I said, okay?" Richie called out, and started back into his room."Of course, Richie," she said, though he was already out of earshot. "Let him fuck me all he wants, and be home to make dinner."She quietly. "Okay, slave, you can look at me now". I turned my head. Helena was now completely naked. Her incredible body glistening covered in some kind of oil. No more thigh high boots, no black leather corset, collar or any other dominatrix strappings. She was smiling naked, but with a huge black latex cock hanging between her beautiful well shaped and tanned legs… It was about eleven inches long and thick as my own forearm.It looked so real… and Helena was stroking it like some confident porn star. "Do. “Lee is one lucky man. I hope I can find a woman like you for a long-term marriage too,” he continued as he turned his attention back to me. “Yes, she reminds me every day of how lucky I am too,” I joked. “So you wanna order a pizza or something?” “Not pizza,” Monica said without removing her gaze upon Bryce. How about we just get room service. “Our treat?” she asked, looking at Bryce. “Wow, that’s really sweet of you, but you don’t have to do that,” he replied. “Don’t be silly honey,.