I took his chin and looked him in the eyes as I began to talk to him. I told him I was sorry he saw me and that I wasn't expecting him home from schoo... so early. He told me that he had gotten sick at school and had come home to lay down for a bit. "But, mom, you were letting a nigger fuck you," he said. "I saw you fucking a nigger and you were liking it too. Why, mom? Why are you fucking a nigger?" I explained to him that I was a highly sexed woman with sexual desires that his daddy could no. I walked over to my favorite row of books that had a small wooden stool for my stuff. I sat down and unloaded my gear. Pulled my skirt down as I crossed my legs and fired up my laptop. I was on page five when I heard this muffled noise. It sounded like a giggle? No, a gasp? Shaking my head I looked down at the clock in the corner of the screen. "Damn almost 8. Okay focus Erin, the sooner you finish the sooner you can get back to Blake" I grinned proudly as I thought of him resting on the couch. I could see Val’s clit as it jumped up with every thrust. Val slapped Sofia on the face, “Come on, bitch, fuck me.” Sofia slapped Val, “You fuckin’ whoring bitch, you fuck me. Come on, fuck me.” Both ladies, slapped and shouted vulgarities to each other, they completely ignored me as if I wasn’t in the room. Thoughts ran through my head. Val and Sofia must have done this several times, they both knew exactly how to spur the other one on. They must use the body shock equipment on each other;. I had been working there for a couple of months, when one Saturday I was asked to paint the office, and could I work Sunday as well? I said that I could. When I arrived on the Sunday there were only two people there, the older woman, Sandra, and the Factory Manager. I was still painting in the office, the windows faced the sun, and it was like a sauna, in there, as I had to have the windows closed. After about two hours, my t-shirt was soaked and I needed a break. I went into the outer room and.