Slipping into my mothers bedroom with the idea of taking a pr of her pants to wear I came across her suspender belt and black stockings plus a pr of r...d very shiny knee boots she had worn for a 60s night out with the girls, slipping this into a bag I trotted off next door. Mr Tremain seemed glad to see me and led me straight to his bedroom, opening his wardrobe I got the surprise of my life as there must have been about twenty ladies macs from see throw to black leather, he just said pick. Please, do me. Please. Don’t tease me any more. Do me. Now! Please? Fuck me, Mr. Mattson.”What can I say? When they ask me so nice, I can’t say ‘No”, can I? I did her.The fat tip of my cock lodged up against her tight, wet pussy lips. I let it rest there impatiently while the lubrication leaking from her pussy coated it. A gentle nudge opened the sealed portal and the head of my cock forged into the tight canal. Her eyes opened wide as she felt her vaginal tissues staining to adapt. In the bedroom I unbuttoned my dress as Neal kissed my neck and ear. Neal then ran his hands over my breasts and turned me around as he sucked on my rigid nipples. I softly moaned as his hand slipped under my dress searching for my pussy lips. His fingers found the mark in no time and I was given a good sound finger fucking. He pulled his fingers out of my dripping pussy and started to unbutton his shirt. I immediately knelt in front of him and unzipped his pants. I pulled down his pants along. She quizzically asked me, everything? I emphatically replied everything. I could see her mulling over what that implied. I asked if she wanted to continue, or I would give her a thousand dollars for her time, and wish her a nice day. She looked at me for a few long moments, and then said no thank you. I was taken aback, she said she would hate herself for turning down that kind of money, but when she got into the escort business she had taken a vow never to betray her own self worth and she.