The tension in the room was crushing me. I was just about to rescind when she said what I hoped to hear. "You know what sweetie, I think I'll take you...up on that. It would be very nice." I smiled, nearly bursting with joy. It was going to happen. I would have her.The movie forgotten, we switched it off and I told her I'd meet her in her room. I went to my room to gather my supplies. A few towels, some candles and a small cd player. I did not have any oils. The types of massages I gave normally. And later tonight I was dreading that happening.*buzzzz* I was sitting on the couch when I heard the door bell ring. I opened it for our guests and there stood. Ms.Love which is the nickname I had for Sam's mom. she was a knock out milf dressed head to toe in designer and next to her was Sam who was loudly popping her gum dressed in a hoodie and shorts.I welcolmed them in like the perfect gentleman. as Sam passed by she pulled my face over and kissed me using her tongue to move her gum into my. I hear your quite a screamer when your being fucked by two large black men on the offensive line, and I hear your also quite the bargainer. Apparently you’ll do ANYTHING to keep up your locker room privileges. I also heard this wouldn’t be your first position where you expected to be an obedient slut, you also worked at another job where you were passed around to whoever your boss wanted you to please.”“That’s not true.” He dropped his head and smiled. I felt embarrassment for what he knew. It was like tryingto think in a foreign language. In a lot of ways he just was. His mindfunctioned as though drunk, with little veil between conscious andunconscious mind.He followed his nose to the thing he smelled. It smelled good, he couldconceptualize that much effectively.He made his way to the fire engine. There was a dalmatian sitting by itpatiently while a man sat on the bumper watching his fellow firemenwheel the Changeray away.The dalmatian turned and looked at Stan. She smelled.