" And that fact hit me with tremendous force. Damien was not the one. Ben was not the one. Rob was not the one. Marcos was not the one. I had no one, ...eally. I was just riding different attractions at an amusement park. Wasting time.What had I been expecting to get out of my relationship with Damien? A marriage? Kids?The thought almost made me laugh. I couldn't marry a guy whose favorite activity was tying me up and inviting his friends over to spooge all over my face and tits. And yet at the. I turned my back into the corridor and let myself sink down to the floor. I was in shock, sadden but not angry – my heart was in my hands. Then I heard something that changed everything.“….oh fuck me baby, oh..fuck me, fuck mommy Sam, fuck your mommy, you mommy is a whore a slut, fuck mommy hard Sam, fuck meeee….” Vicki cried. “I love you mom, I love you….I've always wanted to fuck you mom.” The guy cried out. It then hit me. Vicki was actually fucking her own son – SAM! I looked back in and. Can you advise me ? Can you help me ? God, piss off. I’m not in the mood. Well, I am, but not in the mood for you. I’m in the mood for some bloody pleasure.I eventually told my secretary to hold my calls. My hand was straying to my thighs. Not too high, just above the knee, stroking the skin ever so lightly. That lovely feel of manicured nails on freshly waxed legs. Then a knock and in came “Fun Spoiler” with the post. My hand withdrew quickly and started to twiddle my ear. She parked herself. “Take it out pretty please, Miss Claire,” Karen didn’t argue and even changed her tone to seem submissively sweet.Just as Claire was removing the marker from her mother’s ass, Karen farted like a trumpet and chuckled. She pissed on her daughter’s hand and laughed about it.“You bitch!” Claire jumped back startled by her mother’s trick.Women’s asses are pretty delightful sources of pink mystery. I prefer them hairless and pink. There is something so submissive about a woman bending over and.