Please."Henry stared at his mother for several seconds, then shrugged and took off the towel. Margaret shuddered as she immediately felt her pussy gro...ing very wet and hot. Her son's cock was already half stiff, and it was extremely large. Despite his slight, boyish build, he was every bit as incredibly well-hung as Walter."Oh, Henry. You've really got a big one."Margaret slid off the bed, kneeling in front of her naked son. She spread his knees to inspect his cock more closely, her mouth. Being used, being dominated was so fucking hot. She didn’t understand how she’d ever lived without it.“Yes, god yes I’m a slut. Please, fuck this dirty slut.”And so he did.“Mhhmmm ... Can I see your ID again please?”Lisa held out the fake ID, supposedly belonging to one Megan Jones, a fledgling researcher. That identity had been built up over the past couple days, though the actual documents had been purchased by a friend of Jessica’s. The ID should be ok. It was the access pass that worried. Isn’t that right Anya?’ ‘Yes,’ She paused a moment, ‘Sir.’ I smiled at Anya and then at the woman. She was, I suppose, flabbergasted by what she was witnessing. ‘So, if you told her to kiss your feet, or… I don’t know. Take off her clothes, she’d do it?’ ‘Yes, she would. And yes, she has.’ ‘And what’s in it for her?’ ‘Well… Imagine the excitement of not knowing. Not knowing what you might be asked to do, and what the consequences might be. If she knows that I command her in ways that will be. I thought that since I was making a sacrifice and leaving everything I’d ever known, we would get to spend more time together. That our relationship would get stronger. It seems I was wrong. He cares more about being a coach than he does about being with me apparently. Always has. I’m too nice to tell him to choose though. So here I am. I’m tired of waiting for him to do anything to me, no matter how badly I want him to. No matter how turned on I am. I don’t think he even realizes it anymore. I.