I was waited outside of the car with a dozen of white roses. She was wore a black evening dress that took my breath away and judging by her smile, she...was impressed with the limo and loved the roses.Since the dinner reservation was at 8:30pm, I asked the chauffeur to take us out to the beach. There, we took our shoes off and went for a short walk on the beach. While walking hand in hand, I stopped to embrace her beautiful body and give her a kiss. As our mouths met, her lips were soft and her. .. more. The blog was soo busy with downloads from the video it shut down for a while...It made me crazy...I was torn between telling my brother and informing Foreign affairs, or just waiting for more...I waited.I wasn't going to be disappointed , because the next day another video was posted...This time it was preceded by another photograph, with “British spy whore” printed on it in both English and Arabic.In it my poor naked mother looked like she was trussed up like a turkey and suspended on. It may have seemed an odd relationship to others but both Lauren and James were u*********s of their age difference, Lauren being just a month short of 43.Lauren was now comfortable in James' company and so had not given any thought to the fact that she was still in her rather revealing satin nightie, with just a flimsy transparent fine cotton over-garment affording her an insignificant degree of modesty. Lauren had been slightly embarrassed by Julia's behavior in going off with Philippe, and. ”Nod.“You love your life.”Nod.“You love being a full-time fucktoy.”Nod.“You’d do anything your children wanted you to.”Nod.“If your son wanted to fuck you, you’d let him.”Nod.My mouth was open, ready for the next statement, but Mom’s response gave me pause.Wait. Was ... was it that easy?“If your son wanted to spread your legs, right now, and slide his cock into you, you’d let him.”Nod.“You’d enjoy the experience.”Nod.“You’d get off as he did.”Nod.“Hypothetical: your son comes into your room.