He said I was requested for a shoot in LA.”“You should go.”“Nope. I can’t.”“Why not?” Dean asked.“Because,” Monica didn’t want ...o make him feel bad. “I’m having a great time here with you. I love snuggling up to you at night,” she smiled, wiping her forehead.“Ah, I see.”Monica watched her son peer out of the open garage, something was on his mind. She assumed it was Deanna.“Come with me,” she said.“Huh?”“To LA for the shoot. You could come with me. You could be my assistant,” Monica. I could feel him pushing his cock head against the back of my throat, but I didn’t gag. He slowly forced his cock in further, and it easily slid down my throat. I realized that I couldn’t feel anything past my mouth. My throat was completely numb. I now realized that the two loads of liquid I swallowed removed all sensation from my throat, and I wasn’t gagging at all. The man stepped up his pace, and soon he was slamming his throbbing cock deep down my throat, and I could feel his balls. Her beautiful dark hair was draped over her shoulders. One of her hard nipples was in my mouth and I was sucking hoping to taste the sweet milk of a woman’s breast. I could feel her pussy start to tighten around me. I couldn’t believe she could get any tighter but it was. I could feel a stream of cream running down my member and over my balls. Every sensation seemed to be magnified a hundred times. “Yes….Mmmmmmmm….Oh Yessss,” she said out loud. She was riding me harder and harder but I felt. Maybe whatever he did was unintentional, and he was really trying to help. With all these thoughts in my mind, I dozed off.Now I will tell what the actual plot was. When I left with Ali to the hotel, Javed had called Shiva with some booze and snacks. Shiva obliged and went to Javed’s home. He bought some snacks and booze. But he found that only Javed was at home and Ali wasn’t there.When Shiva asked about Ali, Javed said he was out for some work and won’t join them. Shiva was now eager to know.