I greeted the man from room service, who told me his name was Michael, and instructed him to set the food we ordered, by the window. This would cause ...he man to walk past Tom.Without a pause, Michael, who was medium build and looked to be in his mid fifties, pushed the food cart across the room and set up the utensils. When Michael was done, he turned towards the door to leave. However, when he reached the side of the bed nearest to the door, Michael turned and walked towards the bed stand.As. Billie’s scat and pee friends were collecting pee and scat from everyone, eating and drinking all they could get, maybe the porta John was a waste of money.There was a black guy fucking one of the mires, he seemed frustrated,I went over to him and started rubbing his balls as he stroke in and out of the mire.I asked if he was enjoying his selve, he said it was ok, but no one could all his 12’dick but the mare, I felt offended, I said I can all of it and the next largest dick here at. I needed space.I had just gotten a boyfriend, though Mom wouldn't let me go on a date with him. In that way, she was still a mother, overly so. I knew about sex and its consequences. I was in no hurry to experiment, but wanted more than a kiss. Mom and I talked openly about sex and boys. She even told me about masturbation and admitted she did it sometimes to ease the tension. We both got embarrassed whenever the conversation drifted to very personal stuff and sexual matters in particular.Mom. How can you tell me that when I was just watching you take all nine inches of my cock down your throat? You’ve probably already had everything under the sun shoved up your ass.” She took a breath. “Now I want you to crawl backwards and bring your ass over to me. Now!” Tim scooted back and almost smacked up against her by the headboard.Smack! “You like that? I bet you liked it when past girlfriends would smack it as they fucked you? But I’m no ordinary girlfriend. Am I?”“No Mistress…”“Shut Up!.