."She groaned loudly at the same time I did. Her clenching pussy gripped my cock as I exploded inside of her velvety pussy. My throbbing cock pumped s...urt after spurt into her as I kept pumping, the slick mix of our juices coating my cock, and I finally buried it as deep as I could and stopped moving. Her pussy grabbed and worked my shaft, milking it, as it stayed locked deep inside of her."Ooooh... You are so good to mommy, baby," she purred, "sooo good." I love your pussy, Mom... I love all. No underwear, of course. Elastic was nothing but a memory. I had wool socks and brogans, otherwise known as Jefferson booties, made with leather uppers, leather soles and stitched together with waxed cotton thread. I'd paid good money for authentic stitching and heel work. The leather heels were attached with pegs and had metal plates to keep them from quickly wearing away. I used cotton strapping to tie my socks to my calves. Did you know that "Jeffersons" are the name for linen or cotton. I almost told her I was sick and left. A black mock-leather miniskirt with a slit up both sides and a skin tight mock-leather top, black leather gloves, black studded bra and numerous spiked wrist bands.It was the nylons, garter belt, black speedo and the set of fake breasts that I had a problem with, but I had gone too far to turn back now. Following the instructions, I took the bottle of adhesive and applied it to the breasts, placed them on my chest and held them in place for a minute, and. Back in morning. Sleep now." They left you here alone with me?" I was mildly incredulous. These people were no professionals.Isidora was unperturbed. "You can't even pee. I can guard you." She had a point.Again, she turned to leave, but I had more questions."Isidora, why do your brothers want me? I don't take sides in Chechen politics. I'm just hired to protect important people. I don't even know whose side the guy in the limo yesterday is on." Why do you tell me politics? I have no politics?.