He then told me to take his cock out and taste my ass. I slid that beautiful piece of meat out of my faggot hole and took him into my cock sucking mou...h. It tasted sooo fucking good. His cock was dripping with my ass juices. He said what a filthy little slut you are Jennifer. How do you like the taste of your ass? I said I love it.He told me to get on my hands and knees because he wanted to fuck me like the bitch I am. He got behind me and in one big push he was balls deep inside my ass cunt. I. Once we were in the elevator I stopped it between floors. The bell rang, but the conversation wasn’t going to last long. I took his cell phone. “You can tell the Fibs what Addie did. That’s fine, but it’s not fine for you put her in the jackpot to save your own ass. I don’t make threats, I just advise people of their choices. Give the Fibs Mason, since he was involved with the slight of hand shit, but keep Addie out of it.” I said.“Or what?” he asked.“Or I will be very unhappy. You wouldn’t. Next he told me how beautiful they were, and from the look on his face I could see that he really meant it. That's when it hit me that they were probably the first ones he'd ever seen and as he had no others to compare them with, he really meant it.I got this funny flush feeling that went from the top of my head all the way to my gut and lower. I asked him if he really wanted to help me. Tearing his eyes away from my naked chest, he stared into my eyes and asked me if I really meant it. I said. While it always left me humiliated, mom’s very sad past with my abusive dad played a key role in forcing her to find happiness and pleasure from other men.At 45, my mom was still a very hot woman. She was fair and had smooth black wavy hair. Her body size was 34-26-37, and she thoroughly deserved all the attention she got.Though she never dressed overly provocative, she always managed to let men around know she was willing to have a good time. One look at her and a man on the hunt could tell.