Anyway, I put on this navy blue dress that I bought and haven't had a reason to wear, I guess dinner with my son is a good reason.He ate very slowly a...d kept staring at me. My head was still hurting so I may have been a bit harsh. I didn't ask him what he was looking at nicely. I just demanded "What?!" from him in a harsh tone. He told me I was being mean and that I should talk to him with more respect, which I agree. I should teach my son with much more respect, after all, he's growing into. It took her several seconds to catch her breath, he rolled off Barry was smiling “man from my view I’d say you own that white married pussy”. She looked straight at Barry, “you are correct he does own this pussy he can do her any time any way he likes”.“Mat you ok with me taking her ass”? asked Barry. “Sure, you may be the owner of her ass before the morning”. Her body was experiencing small after shocks from the fucking she had received, but she realized they were going to be with her all. The next Friday, Mrs. Morrison let Vixen go early and the girl got her Mustang out on the Jersey Turnpike by three o'clock and was at the wide portal of Wilkins' New York hotel parking garage by four-thirty. The device he had given her along with an Easy Pass sensor opened the big doors and she glided in, parked, and went up to the fifty-first floor and Wilkins' suite of rooms overlooking the West Side and a bit of the Park.The big man kissed her, took her by the hand and led her back out to. She wondered if her mother could make it till the morning, but another touch of her forehead, and she quickly dismissed the idea.Without giving it another thought, she asked Trisha to get some water and a wash-cloth and put the wet cloth on her mother’s forehead to make sure the fever would not affect her brain, as she decided to make the trip to the city to find a doctor, and get medicines for her mother to help her till the next morning at least. She hadn’t the least idea how she would get to.