.. Oh... You... You! P... p... p... promised!" Mom whimpered as her hips bucked up and down while her legs bent at the knees and spread wider.With my ...ands still latched onto her thighs, I let my thumbs tease her clit quicker and croaked, "Shh, Mom. It's just another form of a massage. Just enjoy how good I'm making you feel."Mom groaned and clutched at the table as her bikini bottoms became soaked with her juices. Then, as soon as I was sure she was in an ecstatic state, I quickly pushed under. Only two of myclients had offered me their names although I am sure most men don'treveal their real identity to hookers. I was helped greatly by thehormonal rushes that swept through me each time a new client put his cockinside me, but the experience wore me out and, by the time the lastclient spent his seed, I felt like a limp doll and I could tell by mytelltale scent that I needed a shower more than anything in the world.I felt soiled but, instead of being ashamed by that sensation, it made. She was by trade a qualified make up artist and a specialist in special fx for movies. "Troy, honey" she said in her cute voice that would always get me very stiff and under her spell. "What?" I asked instantly, getting ready to snap to her command like a loyal servant. "Since I'm sick and bored, would you do something to entertain me?" she asked again in her sweet and innocent voice, making me look deeply into her eyes, falling powerless into her spell.Before I even knew it the words stumbled. Slowly, they made their way to the short queue to be taken higher up in the clanking chair lifts. Nodding and smiling to reassure each other that they were together and moving in the same direction, they moved slowly towards the chair lifts, hopping with boards on one foot the other pushing. They were nearly at the barrier when Leo looked down at Lucy’s board, "No, no! Stop!" he said. Lucy looked up startled. "Your boots," Leo continued,"What is going on wiz zem? Sit, sit." He gestured to a.