.. uh, you know, uh," the boy stammered with a flush."You can go ahead and say it, Jerry," Fran said with soft laugh, amused and touched by her little...boy's shyness. "You know what I want. It's what you want, too. But do say it, Jerry. I want to hear you say the words." Oh, Mom," Jerry said with a soft moan, reaching out and touching his mother's naked upper thigh. "I do want it! And I know what it is you want me to say. You want us to... fuck... right, Mom?" Right, Jerry!" Fran laughed. "I. He scurried out after I had drained him completely dry. Less than five minutes later, an old black man wearing a brown fedora came in and stood at the urinal. I had a full side-on view of him as he unzipped his baggy brown pants and flopped out an eight-inch wonder. Perfectly smooth, jet black and uncut. His head was not visible. I intended to see it in great detail. For an old man with grey hair he delivered a powerful stream of piss into the urinal. For the first time he looked directly at. “Your slut will do anything you ask of her Sir”, i replied.“Good slut with your fat tits I feel that I am not making enough good use of them!” He said as he pulled and twisted my nipples.I did not know what he had planned until the next morning. I knew one of the reasons that he chose me was because I had 42F tits. As I did every morning I worshipped his cock with my mouth and then served him breakfast before he left for work. He would leave a note on the bed for me with instructions only that. Andrew was in the conference room waiting for me. I reached out to shake his hand again, a business formality that is usually forgone after a day or two of meetings. But I wanted to touch him again. He stood and took my hand. Again his hand felt like fire. Again I saw the gallant reaction. It sprung up like it was shot from a gun. This boy found me irresistible I think. How could that be? He could have his choice of any woman in this company, I’m sure. He’s the youngest executive in the entire.