But they were so different in personalities. Rick liked it rough, and needed it rough, to be satisfied. Jake was different. He could be rough if I ...sked him to because he would do almost anything to please me. I had been his pretend mother for almost a year now and we were close because of it. I didn’t judge him…it was taboo but he was a sweet young man, I knew it wasn’t just lust…so I played the fantasy to make him happy. He was so beautiful, if one of my son’s grew up to be that. I was a bit surprised when he reached out and took my hand in his, shaking it softly. “I know the area, my family has a cottage up there. We might have even seen each other from time to time during vacations.” I grinned, thinking that was unlikely. He asked what I was doing out here, and I said I was working at the shipyard. I asked him the same thing, and he pointed to his buddies.“I asked these two lunkheads to show me some real jazz. Herb there is from this area, and he said if we wanted. His order pools my nectar in my pussy and I go down onto my knees. Undoing his jeans, I pull them down and he steps out of them. Throwing them away, I run my hands over his package before cupping his balls through his Calvin Klein briefs. Tom is 6'4", dark brown hair, hazel eyes and a cheeky smile. His body is athletic from hours spent at the gym trying to impress me. He has a dark snail trail and light hair over his chest. I tease him mercilessly with my hands as I admire his lean muscled. I remember laughing as I delivered the packet of blackmail information details to the FBI office and then we drove north out of town. It was more than a bit crowded in the car; Tanya was up in the front with me and Abigail and the four drugged women were all stuffed somehow into the back like cordwood, but I don't remember anyone complaining. We all burst into laugher once we drove past the Leaving Las Vegas road sign as we knew that we would never be returning.I sort of remember the difficult.