But he was a good man to work for. He rewarded me well for getting the company back on its feet. We had a good product, and a good after sales service...and so our sales force found our products easy to sell, and so as time went on the company prospered.Not only was I well rewarded, he also allowed me as the Works Manager to reward the workforce, and although money does not buy loyalty, he was the sort of man that got loyalty from all his employees. He really cared about people, and he would do. ” I stammered out as I saw a tall, thin man in a black suit step out from the driver’s door. As he walked back about fifteen feet to open the back door, I regained a modicum of composure and asked, “Did you know about this?”“Yes,” was my mother’s short and simple reply.“But I thought Sam...” and I paused as I saw my petite redheaded friend step out of the back of the limo onto the sidewalk. I took another halting breathe before I finished up with, “I thought Sam was going to drive us in her. "So what is the plan for today?" she asked hopefully."Today I'm going to find out what you are good at." I said.She looked confused. Do you have some kind of test you are going to give me?" she asked."Nope we are going to talk all day long. At the end of the the day, I will have an idea what to do for you." I said."Don't you just have a friend you can call to get me a job?" she asked.I saw it, when she looked at me. She was playing me. Why and how I didn't know, but she sure as hell was. The. A shudder ran through her body, jiggling her round breasts. Her hips worked from side to side, grinding her cunt on Lee’s face. I loved the sight as I fucked my mother’s mouth.I thrust forward the hardest yet and rammed my cock down my mother’s mouth. She groaned as I buried down her gullet. She didn’t resist. She took me with ease. A trained whore. My father had broken her in. Made her and Aunt Vicky into sex slave whores.They loved it. Loved him.“Shit, yes!” I groaned, my balls resting on my.