That afternoon, long before it was necessary she had a bath. The water had not heated up and so it was a quick one. She put on a dress and debated on ...hoes but sensibly decided not to wear the heels. She would hate to stumble because she was not used to them. She wondered whether Steven would be able to dance with her. She hoped so. She really did like being in his arms. That was the secure bit.They arrived at The Alhambra and Steven booked Becca in."What about you?" the receptionist asked."The. "Well, what are you waiting for?" he asked. "Thought you wanted some cock."I reached up and spread his robe allowing his semi hard cock to spring free."Mmmmm," I moaned as his big dick was released."You like what you see boy?" he chuckled."Yes Sir," I replied as I stuck out my tongue and twirled it around his bulbous gland. The taste of his precum made my cock twitch. This monster at full mast would be about the biggest dick I'd ever had the pleasure of servicing. His semi was bigger than most. ”“Boss, stop playing.” I waved her off and chuckled, but her face remained stolid as she stood up off the desk, turned and bent over.“Sounds like somebody’s satisfied only being good enough to have ‘boyfriend dick.’ Maybe you ain’t got the type to be tearing shit up.” She shrugged her shoulders and slowly straightened her stance before I closed the distance and palmed the back of her neck. As I pushed her face down onto the desk, my other hand flipped up the tail of her evening dress and pulled. “Hey, dude! Whatever your name is.”I slowed and turned. “Like I said, I’m sorry.”He waved my apology away. “Look, I know you pretty much hate me, and you probably wish you never painted the porch now that you found out she’s my mom. But it’s...”“I knew she was your mom.”“ ... fucking weird that—What?”“I knew she was your mom before I painted the porch. I saw you in the pictures on her fridge, the first day I was here.”“You ... did?”I nodded.Skinner scrunched his face up. “And you still did the.