Of course I had played this fantasy out in my mind over and over, but as I said, it was always a fantasy son fucking me. My mind was reeling with thou...hts. Is this really happening? This is the worst thing I've ever done ... why don't I feel badly about it? He has his cock in the hole he came out of seventeen years ago. I really should feel like a sick pervert, because I probably am. But I don't care. I really, really want him to fuck me."You wanted this, Mom," Jimmy whispered to me as I. "Don't worry about me," I was quick to reply, "I won't be working today. The job site will be underwater after this much rain. There's a coffee shop just ahead. We could stop and pick up some hot coffee to warm you up," I offered. She stared at the floor and remained silent for what seemed like forever. Once again I despaired at the thought of crossing the line of decency. I was certain I blew it this time. Finally she spoke:"I don't really like coffee." I was so relieved, I had to take. The phone rang and I was ecstatic knowing my ordeal was over. Geoff said well one came already. He said to thank you for putting Anna on display like that. He loved seeing her tied and exposed, for others pleasure and he jerked off on her stomach. Then Geoff said ok she’s right here I’ll put the phone on speaker. The sound of Georges voice calmed me and made me feel safe. George asked me how I was doing and I said, oh I’m ok now that you called so you can tell your fucking rotten b*****r to. "I am a distributor of dancewear and lingerie for a number of small shops out of state. The companies send me a dozen or so samples of their newest lines. I repackage them and forward them to the shops and always keep a few for myself. If they are a hit then I order more."Andy continued just wandered through the racks caressing the material as she talked."You could work for me repackaging the goods along with the mundane tasks of mowing the lawn and a few other domestic functions. The pay is.