Her skirt and blouse was as professional as always, but today her skirt was a little shorter, and I could see the lacy top of her thigh high stockings... She was also quieter than usual. When I would look over to see if she was asleep, she would be looking at me. She would smile, I would smile, and then look back to the road. Fridays are uneventful around the office, and it is by plan. I hate carrying work over the weekend, so I do not book anything on Fridays unless it is to finalize something.. "Hello, Aurora. I'm Alex. It's.. uh.. a- lovely to meet you, too". His face flushed a little and she moved her hands down his arms, grasping his hands with hers and leading him to the bed. Before pulling him down, though, she moved her fingers to his buttons and started to slowly unbutton his shirt."Tell me about yourself, Alex," she murmured, trying to relax him.She only had two buttons left and she started to kiss his neck.. Pressing her lips softly against his skin and sliding her tongue. A whimpered, "Yes," and she started to unbutton her shift. Despite having hit through clothing, the whip marks were clear and painful looking, especially the one across her tits. That had been a good blow, even if it was a lucky one and once she was strung to the beam I took the opportunity to knead them causing her further distress. From my close proximity to her, I could tell from the smell, her body, like the others, had not been washed for some time and resolved to ensure more personal. Shaking, I went to the front door and entered the house. Not quite knowing what to think or expect, I walked through the foyer to the kitchen area. Mom was sitting at the dinner table, pensively sipping some tea."Hey," she said, only glancing up to make eye contact for a brief moment."Hey, Mom," I responded simply. "How, um... so what's... how have you been...?"Mom looked up at me without answering my question. She fixed me with a stern glare as she spoke."Do you just want to sit down and talk.
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