All appearednormal but at the secluded booth a more private conversation was takingplace."I should have made you wear this evening gown tonight, isn't...that rightprincess?" Editha said in a mocking authoritative tone as Grant clutchedhis linen dinner napkin to dab his upper lip nervously. "You have a bitof a shine dear, should I get out the powder for you? Maybe add somelovely mascara and eyeshadow? And oh, how about some of my lovely glossred lipstick? Do you like the shade dear?" She. “Want to fuck your mother up her ass to feel better?”A smile broke across her face when she heard him scramble to get up. She watched her son climb back into bed and he sat on his knees between her spread legs. “Don’t you need lube or anything?” He asked. “Or maybe another position?”“Nope. Just grasp my ankles and lift me until you see my starfish. You can figure it out from there.”He obeyed her instructions and she shuddered in pleasure as he struggled to force his cock into the tight orifice.. .." Still, insurance coverage or not, he wasn't very happy aboutpaying for my panties and such, though at least he didn't reallycomplain.As we left the store, my new packages in hand, my dad glanced at hiswatch and said, "I think we have time for lunch before your doctor'sappointment..." Sounds good to me," I grinned, relieved to be able to think aboutsomething other than the unmentionables that I had just been surroundedwith. And I was beginning to get hungry again. Just as soon as Istepped. "What do you want Vasillie?" No one answers. He hears a thud at the door. He runs to the door and tries to open it. Crap, he thinks to himself. It was a trap. He turns back to the desk. Sitting in Vasillie's chair is the reason why."Hello Gregor, where have you been?" None of your fucking business." That is where you are wrong. You still owe me." I don't owe you anything. I took care of your problem for you. Now we are done." Do you think that problem you took care of was worth more than the.