. I don't really know, what should I do?" Well why not visit the Brothel?" The quenstion shocked you, not due to the question itself, but because it c...me from her, a woman. "Probably not that bad of an idea, although things like that aren't what I care for."It's not that you had no intrerest in women, but you didn't really know what to do around them either, most boys your age have had sex with some harlot and have also had their first kiss, you weren't one of thos boys. Even though you never. At first, I merely spanked the clever but devious maid’s spectacularly lean and muscular bottom with my heavy hand, yet she persisted in her tales of untold wealth and fortune and I sensed that whilst the story might still be only a figment of her vivid imagination, there was no doubt that Mistress Annette believed it with every pore of her proud and luscious body.I must shamefully confess that I used her glorious flesh for my consummate delight repeatedly that night of the fortune’s telling. Elle began to insert her finger and asked me how it felt. I just nodded. I saw Elle reach over and caress my mom's knee. She said, "Rebecca I am going to need you to hold his penis so we can tell if any fluid is coming out." My mom let out a sigh. "Ok." When Elle reached my prostate she began to move her finger in a circle and push up every now and then. My cock was literally pulsing it was so hard. Elle asked my mother if she could feel anything.My mother said she could. I was oozing at. She encouraged his release by sucking hard in rapid head-thrusts, then paused when she felt him stiffen, to let him shoot his load into her mouth. She felt her lips yield with the pulsing of his orgasm, and kept her lips firmly locked around his shaft as his body seized in rigid tension. His spurting semen tickled the back of her throat and she instantly backed him out of her mouth so his head was just inside her lips.Pulse after pulse filled her mouth with his slimy ejaculate, and she pursed.