___________________________________My name was Jim (Ugh!) and Mistress's name is, do I dare to speak it,Claire.I am 35 and she is 33. Well I was 35. S...ssies do not have ages. They justare. So I am whatever Mistress wishes me to be in age. I hate diapers!We were both Trust Fund babies. No problems with money. Never had andnever will. So convenient.Made our life easy, in most ways fun and carefree. Nice house on thebeach in Malibu. All we could ask for.And we loved each other and were happy with. Vicky then goes and does some of the other work and then comes again to bank just to find out its still not done. He cruses the bank software in mind and then tells he employee he will be back within half an hour and it should be done by then. He goes meets his friend and comes back just to find out its still not done, just then he realizes the lady next to him filling a form is richa mam and she hasn’t seen him till now. He takes away the passbook and waits for richa mam to fill the form . As. My cock throbbed, desperate to fill her cunt with all the cum I could muster.When Mom was finally exhausted, we made out like crazy, doing filthy things with our tongues. Through it all, we never stopped fucking each other and my hands never left Mom's boobs. "You're such a good boy Kyle," Mom kept saying as we kissed, "such a good boy."I resumed my fast pace as she came, fucking brutally. "Fuck me baby! Fuck me harder you hung MOTHERFUCKER!!" I began to pound harder, fucking deeper and harder. Sam was screaming and fighting for his life. The cougar had a taste of blood and wasn't about to stop.George finally had his shot and squeezed the trigger. Nothing happened. "Jesus wept!" George jacked another round into the chamber. He fired, hitting the big cat high on its back. It yowled and spun, biting at the wound. He fired again, catching it behind an ear. It dropped dead. However, poor Sam was done for. He was quivering, lying there on the stony trail with his spine bitten through. One.