If you insist on suggesting that I get a real job I’m afraid we can no longer be friends.” With a smile, he walked out. A few minutes later anothe... waiter brought in an opened bottle and a glass.“From the maître d’ with his regards.” He was grinning.“I’m sure,” I said as I took them. I poured a glass and let it breathe for a few minutes before sipping. It really was good. Within moments a line chef I didn’t recognize showed up with a simple apple tart, a classic. It was only semi-sweet,. Dominique had always had an assertive streak. In bed I had foolishly encouraged her to be the maker of the patterns of our sex, she had always enjoyed being on top, the arbiter of pleasure. Now, after the intervening months of indoctrination by Ra’fah she had flowered to become a truly uncompromising mistress. A user and consumer, a natural queen and empress.She fetched a dildo and began to fuck herself in front of me. All the while her confidence grew as she got used to the strange being that. Mom never took her face out of my wifes crotch until she cried out, Oh my God that feels so fucking good. Fuck me son. Fuck your mother. Go deeper where your father has never been before. Thats it hit my cervix. Oh my God. No wonder your wife never wanted that fuck-stick up her ass before. My wife added, If I hadnt felt so bad about cheating on him with his own father, he still wouldnt be in there. However, his father did open it up enough to let him in. Mom added, Besides he has been. "Where are you going?" asked Mary."I've got a colossal amount of homework to do. I should get started,"lied Charlie."But we're having dinner," said Mary as she watched her son throw theleftovers into the bin.Charlie could feel himself beginning to get angry. A horrible creaturelurched inside his chest ready to lash out at somebody."I know Mom but like I said I have a lot of work to get done," saidCharlie, gritting his teeth as he placed the plate and cup into thesink.He then left the kitchen,.