Granny informed me that we would begin immediately, or I could simplyreturn home to my mother's home. I love Mom, but she's an alcoholicwaitress who d...esn't have two nickels to rub together. My grandmothermight be getting some sort of erotic charge out of the little game she wasgoing to make me play, but she also sincerely didn't want me to end uplike her daughter!Two hours later, as I looked in the mirror, reflected back was the imageof a freshly punished, naughty little girl. My tear streaked. So obviously it’s true that she don’t get to fuck a lot these days which made me clear why she was staring at my tool. I understood that she is not satisfied right now n was attracted towards my tool but dint have much courage to show her feelings to me. So I started talking to her just to make her comfortable with me; started with basic things to her family matter. At first she was bit uncomfortable but slowly she got more comfortable with me (believe me if u know she is interested but just. She took him as deep as she could and there was plenty of head in her throat and she could hold him there for a few seconds but she couldn’t get all of him yet. She knew guys loved deep throat but most women couldn’t do it without gagging. But she was determined to deep throat this one completely. She continued to work his cock up and down, getting more and more into her throat each time and his moans told her she was doing it well. As she went back up to the head, she would jack him and. I mean, I've done Sunday mornings with the Deacons – we all have – I don't know why we never questioned it before." You mean how all that could be going on right there in the church without the priest knowing about it?" Yeah!" she said emphatically, "and then there's all the other stuff." What other stuff?" I asked, curious to see where her mind was going with all this."Hello? The penthouse on the eighteenth floor? High-tower? The name: Elliot Bastion? Elliot, elite, above, better, superior ....