I despised this slag, she turned her head to look at me, I saw her cheek, her wide eye, I spat on her face, "Don't fucking look at me pig. You piece o... shit. Look at him, look at your husband you cheating fucking trash" I looked down at her, her head twisting and shaking as the orgasmed passed through her, my saliva dripping from her face onto the metal bench seat. I saw him, his lust, her body, her fat arse shaking, the desperation and sickness in her, the perversions in him, hated her and. She was an artist and ambitious to break out of the poverty and hard work of the farm, so she came when Paul called her to sell herself for money. She came so she could buy the sexy clothes and jewelry a young woman wants to feel alive, even though it was not enough to take away her yearning for a man who wanted her and loved her.Standing up, ready to leave, forcing her to release her arms, I pulled out my wallet and threw the money on the bed. She grabbed the money, stood up and threw it back. “And you couldn’t possibly do it with your own son”. I smiled as I undid the remaining buttons of her blouse while Mom just watched my fingers slowly popping each button to reveal more and more.“I imagine that you need a bit of ventilation too” and she began undoing my shirt buttons to reveal a set of hard earned pecs and abs.“Are you asking a middle aged woman to turn down the opportunity of abs and pecs like those, no sireee, this is all your call and you better make it before I get into. The lounge looks stunning, and the makeover team have done an amazing job in such limited constraints, I haven’t seen the bedroom yet, but I’m sure it will be amazing. The air is suddenly filled by a long and terrifying shriek of pain; one of the team had slipped with an electric drill and bored into his hand. I’m in shock as I see blood flowing from the wound at a rapid rate, and I feel decidedly queasy. One of the team brings me out of my trance, screaming for me to get some towels to wrap.