The painters did finish up in less than three hours. I could see through the camera, that they had done a good paint job. It was just lunch time and A...a had fixed them a meal. But first they moved back the furniture into the living room.Ana invited them to share lunch with her at the kitchen. They had some beers during the meal. Ana told them that she liked the newly painted living room. She handed them a check for their services, telling her husband would be satisfied with their work. Anita. She gave me a big hug around the neck. "I was hoping you would win. I always hope you win." "Would you like to go someplace more private," I asked her and she nodded her head yes. "What's your name?" "Terry." I took her hand and led her up the stairs to the now empty announcers booth. As we entered I locked the door behind us, spun her around and gave her a deep lingering kiss. Her ankle length white dress was sleeveless with straps over the shoulders. I slid the straps over her. Then she spread her butt-cheeks apart, exposing her pink asshole, a little bit of my cum staining her crack. Her pussy gleamed between her thighs.“Fuck my ass, Daddy, while Sean buggers Mom!” Maria’s finger slid into her crack and stroked around her sphincter.“Let’s do it, Mom,” I said, stroking my cock. “You’ll love it.”Mom whimpered.I smiled again. “Just roll over on your hands and knees, present that ass, and let me make you feel good again, Mom. You know you want it.”“I can’t believe this. " You turn your head towardsmine and lean forward, pressing your lips against my neck. Biting at my flesh,you growl out, "I don't think so, Bitch." I gasp as your teeth steel aroundmy flesh, biting hard at my neck in an attempt to claim me. But your attemptwon't be enough. As soon as your lips leave my neck, I toss my hair and pressmy lips to your neck, biting and nipping just as hard and powerfully as youhad. Your half-growled, half-moanedresponse tells me that you're not going to give in.