I slipped into my mother's room and closed the door. All I could hear was her deep and heavy breathing. She turned on the light. A familiar scene gree...ed my eyes.My mother was lying face down. She was naked. Her large fleshy hips had handprints while her back was brutally scratched. I could see the fat vulva, open and wet , peeking from between her legs. Her hips were raised but her asshole, though permanently open had not been violated."What did he do?" I asked softly."Can you see?" she. It was someone else playing with her nipples. Two men pleasuring her at once excited her even more. The first stranger continued fucking deep into her secret passage while the second man suckled her like a baby. The lips were not Davin's because the second stranger wore a distinctive aftershave that she immediately recognized. It was L'odeur de la Baise, her boyfriend's favorite cologne and she could hear his voice coming from the table. He was saying, "She loves it hard. Give it to her hard. The atmosphere was always electric, a real mishmash of hopes, dreams and possibilities. One guy approached me; he was about thirty years old and very good looking. He introduced himself as Rob and we soon struck up a conversation. He told me that he was in London for a few of days on business. He didn’t get to London that often and had come here because a friend at home had recommended the place. He seemed pleasant enough and he was easy to get along with. After an hour of idle small talk I. Sometimes her clients were late themselves, or needed more time than Chelsea had scheduled for them. Things happened. But if she was supposed to meet with David at a certain time and was running late she had always managed to let him know, and usually well ahead of time. Though Lord knows she had often been tempted to simply show up late, without a word of explanation, just to see what would happen. But she just couldn't.And now this. She'd had to go to the client's office at the other end of.