She submissively opened her mouth and I shoved my stiff dick inside oblivious to her feelings. She gagged for a second but soon recouvred. I began saw...ng back and forth fucking, her mouth. There were gasps and moans around the room as I treated the usually refined lady like dirt. I saw tears welling up in her eyes, but I pitilessly continued. I grasped my prick and shook it back and forth as I shoved it deep in her throat causing wet gurgling sounds to escape her open mouth. There were tears. I clearly was in a small apartment. I didn’t remember how I arrived. I was in a small leaving room with no furniture except the chair I was and a wooden table. I noticed a small bathroom and another room. The door was open. Inside the room was a semi double bed and on it the woman from last night was sleeping completely naked. The stores from the window and the balcony were closed and thick black curtains covering them. I must have passed out for almost twelve hours judging from my hanger and. " Mom! No way! Thirty five?" Approximately, yes. What... ? Is that a lot? It it not as much as you thought?" I figured it would be a lot, but I thought a lot would be like, close to twenty or something. Holy shit, Mom!" Sweetheart, I was in my mid-twenties when Dad and I got married and I told you that I started fairly young. It's really not that many if you break it down that way." How many did you fuck? How many did you suck? Were some just hand jobs? Where did all this happen... ?" Slow. Is that a problem?”“I don’t know. I can’t somehow see Damian having anything to do with something like this.”“He might not have a choice.”Hmmm. I suppose he’d be willing to do anything to get ahead, but getting his hands dirty? Doing actual physical work? Surely not... September, Monday 24th. I’ve been here in Maldon just over a year. Actually, not here, here. ‘Here’ is on board SB Reminder, where I – unbelievable, a year ago – am Mate, in both senses, to my husband, Skipper Geoff Billings..