Jim gave our apologies and we left.By the time we got home it was after 10:00 PM. Jim helped me to the bedroom where I quickly ran for the bathroom an... threw up."We're canceling the fishing trip," Jim stated."Absolutely not. I know mother wanted my company but she'll survive. The boys have been looking forward to this trip for too long now to be disappointed. You take them fishing. I'll be OK," I argued. I wasn't going to let on how terrible I really felt. My mom has had bouts of depression. Five, six seven eight huge squirts until he had shot his load and he pulled his slightly softer cock out of my mouth. He looked down at me for a second, then zipped himself back up and restarted the lift.That night after I had cleaned myself up, he inserted a huge vibrator modeled on his cock right up my cunt and secured it there. The vibrator was programmed to bring me to orgasm gradually every three hours. For the rest of the week he fucked me every day and by Friday I was exhausted. When I. If he’s busy, you could just have him call me.”“Yes, sir, and I can schedule you for 8:30 am, in his office, if that will work. Quick action?”“Probably about ten minutes, Molly, and that’ll work. But have him call me anyway — we need to get each other riled up a little.”Her: “OK, Mister Andre, but it’ll cost you flowers. The other workers keep wondering who’s sending them. It’s a real ego-boost, you know.”Me: “Molly, you’re a jewel. Done and done, and clear a space on your desk for tomorrow. At first I thought she was a hooker the way she was dressed. She had high heels, white nylon stockings, white straps holding them up from what I assumed was a garter belt, SHORT plaid skirt, and a flimsy tank top that showed off her tight, flat tummy. I was too busy checking out her body to really get a good look at her face, but when she turned around and smiled at me as she walked off the main trail onto a secondary one, I knew that was my cue to follow. I figured what the hell, I'd bring her.