This outfit would be fine for a thin girl of 15 or 16, but on an overweight 42 year old, the adjective pathetic best describes it. I shiver, and feel...a throb in my pussy as I remember the day I went to the store to buy that outfit, but hey I?m getting ahead of myself.As I squirm uncomfortably in my chair, my mind wanders back to how this started. How could I a well respected 42 year old wife and mother fall so quickly and completely under the spell of this bitch? I mean what would my husband. Hearing the guy on my laptop say that I turn my chair out and say, “mommy come here and suck my cock like a good mommy slut you are”. I did not know what I was saying, I was a 14 year old kid repeating what I just heard in the movie. I was surprised though that she came right over dropped to her knees and started sucking my dick. Licking it up and down, taking my balls into her mouth and doing something with her tongue, which drove me crazy. I looked up at the porn playing and the kid was. “What the hell’s that?” I whispered. “It smells like a Turkish brothel in here.” “And you’d know, sweetie,” he said, taking his cue as I knew he would. “Don’t you like it?” “You know I do,” I replied. “It’s sandalwood and rose, my favourite.” I felt his hand on my arm as he guided me forward. The silken blindfold was much more effective than I’d expected, and I really couldn’t see a thing. I had a feeling the lights were still out, although there must have been some form of illumination. Of. The rooms were set up in a way that the beds were back to back to the same wall. I would most certainly hear them. My stomach knotted. I assumed it would be different this time since they didn't have to be quiet like they were when I was sleeping in the bed next to them. I walked out and went back into our current room. Stacy was still in the bathroom. Bill would be arriving any time.I was making myself a cocktail when the bathroom door opened. Stacy walked out in nothing but a small.