I beam with pride. She likes to apply her own lipstick. I watch transfixed as she makes her lips glisten red.Mommy sprays perfume on her neck, another...spray low on her tummy. Next to her on my knees, I close my eyes, the better to absorb the heady aroma.I bring Mommy's garter belt and attach it around her waist. I bring her stockings. I carefully roll each stocking up her long legs. I kneel at her feet, placing the rolled stocking at her toes, and slowly, slowly roll the silky nylon over each. "That's it, darling", Helen said looking down at him, her right arm resting over his back, her left hand on his cute arse, "that's it... You're making mummy so happy!" Mark didn't hear a word of what his mother said, fucking like there was no tomorrow. Despite that, Helen didn't think she was going to be able to get an orgasm, he was too eager and inexperienced, but she'd expected that, and there would be more opportunities like this later on, where she could teach him how to do it more. As her finger stirred the broiling nectar deep inside the darkness of her sheath, she ripped away the strip of fabric over her left breast and clutched at herself, listening again to the huffing grunts of breath she'd heard from Ryan just moments ago. The waves of cool out of the open refrigerator only highlighted the feeling of heat rising off the knots of her mahogany nipples.A second finger slipped in beside the first. There was a swift, rabid pumping – a sudden flurry of desperately. I don’t know why Cor wanted us to come here. I’ve been here twice before and I couldn’t wait to get out again.’ ‘How many guns could we sell to the people in those other places?’ Valdemar asked. ‘Not many,’ Jans replied, ‘Other than to thieves and -‘ ‘Bandits,’ Valdemar said quietly. Jans nodded, ‘What is sold in the larger places is all done through our enclave in Deijima, far to the south.’ ‘Is Cor allowed to sell there?’ Jans shook his head, ‘No. He has no license from the Royal Dutch family.