He was confident that he could make her smile everyday, if she would allow him to continue the relaxing massages. Then perhaps she might begin to rec...procate a little eventually. At least that's what he hoped. Nothing ventured . . .There was more than just a little ground gained in the conquest of mother by son. But she called it a day. If she could stop it now, here at this point, not crossing the line any further – the line HAD been crossed, that was for sure! But if she could maintain. .that'll change in school."There was a moment of silence and she bit her lip, readjusted herself again, and said, "And Mr. Anderson...does he...satisfy you?" Yes Margarita, he does. He's a great lover, the best I've had." But I thought you said the guy in college gave you the best orgasm?" No, I said it was the most powerful, but Mr. Anderson pushes other buttons," I said smiling.She squirmed a little and asked, "Like what? Can you tell me? Please?" Oh god, where do I start?" You know what. I am naked on my back my arms tied behind me my legs raised with my feet in some sort or stirrup, a mouth is licking my pussy and anus, the tongue pushing into my little hole, a set of hands and caressing my tits gently pulling on the rings, some warm oil is now rubbed into my anus. "she is ready" a soft female voice utters. A man enters the room, he is very tall , he says "you are mine do as you are told and I will not have to hurt you" i feel a finger push into me followed my another, a third. Max mumbled that he should go, but Paris was adamant that he should stay and suggested he take a shower in her new wet room before retiring to bed. Max agreed and followed Paris to it.Once inside Max began to undress, Paris stood outside the wet room watching him, wanting him, wanting him now! She stepped inside and started to take off her clothes, Max was already under the shower at this time with eyes closed so he was oblivious that he was about to have company in the shower.Paris stood.