A night when I had our small apartment to my self. A night I could spend pampering myself. "Mom?" Dave called me. At f******n he had really began grow...ng up in the last few months, tonight he would be staying in his friends house so I would be home alone. I divorced his father when he was very young and I still managed to turn him into a lovely young man. "Where's my mobile phone?" It's in the kitchen pet, have a good night". His friends parents were going to be away and my sixth sense told me. Her father was renovating the place and she said she lived here rent free while he worked on the rooms during the day. The air smelt of sawdust but I really didn't care; there was a bed, there were condoms and very quickly there was her body. She was direct again. "I want you to lick me," she said. When I did she was specific about where and how. I delighted in the instructions and the fact she was watching in the mirror at the end of the bed. When she came, and this was the first time I'd. "Mr. Heyward, you are in no position to make demands," he said coldly."If you want your 'demonstration, ' bring them now," I answered. "I do nothing until I see them alive and well." It could be arranged that you see them in a somewhat different condition," he told me icily. "I could give the order that their dead bodies be carried here."The words sent a chill down my spine. I knew he was ruthless enough to do it. But I couldn't go forward without them here. I had to gamble, take the risk that. “You should’ve called out to me,” I teased, my middle finger finding her slit and sliding it between her folds, eliciting a throaty gasp from my very horny friend. My thumb found her clit the same time my middle finger pushed in to her wet crevice; she was still hot and ready for a good fucking. “Or maybe asked Jake to help,” I added. “I…I wasn’t sure if either of you would…oh fuck,” she paused and squirmed underneath me as I slowly slid my middle finger in and out of her, my thumb rubbing her.