"Don't have a choice."I waited, admiring her fine body and handsome face. She was probably about ten years older than me, perhaps ten stone and well-p...oportioned with a round bottom and high breasts. Her clothes were of good cloth and well tailored with much attention to trim and details. Her shoes were high and soft, obviously expensive."I don't have a choice," she said again.Still I waited, having figured out that I had almost no skills at talking to women."They have my children, damn you,". Then she said “there are two ways to get out1.take the keys out from here2. do what I say’s.I surrendered myself to her , she took me to her bed room asked me to lies on the bed , she came over my started kissing me, slides her hand inside my pant rub my cock. My manhood started to rise as it was my first time my lund take no time to get fully erect. Then she striped my clothes, I was lying naked in front of her, then she stand get out or room and after 5 in when she came back she was naked,. It was Simon he had called round for my daughter. My pussy started to get wet as I let him in. He sat in our dinning room and I took the chance to sit opposite him, I was feeling really nervous and could see him looking at my tits. When I looked down my blouse was slightly open and he could see part of my tits and my skirt had rode up to reveal a small amount of stocking top. Simon was wearing a light blue pair of jogging pants and as we chatted I encourage my skirt to ride up reveling my. {Thank goodness he has a high bed} She looked around for the restroom, needing to know just how disheveled she looked. By no means was she conceited, but she had a sense of propriety. The door to the restroom was towards the back of the room. She walked towards it gingerly, but as she walked she felt no pain, and figured it had subsided. When Kara opened the door and her jaw dropped. The bathroom was like an oasis, there were plants everywhere—yet the positioning and species complimented each.