Mom holding on to the table started to buck back in to me, grunting every time I filled her. I moved my hand back on to her suspender belt and gripped...tight and give her what she deserved, I right good fucking.Mom squealed, “I’m coming”Her fanny filled with her orgasm, causing a wet sloppy fucking noise as I continued pounding her mature fanny. This rage I had, seemed to prolong me in not coming, I was busy thinking about the things she had said and not concentrating much about the sex.Not sure. * *Most of the regular workers don't show up at Ogletree until after 10.The office was glistening clean by then. The wastebaskets were emptied,and the windows were clear. The stuff on the desks was left alone, ofcourse. We just vacuumed and got out of the way.We were almost done when the regulars came in. Harry Stanton stopped mebefore I left."Hello, Seth," he said, looking me up and down."Hello, Mr. Stanton," I said.He laughed. "You're a sissy maid," he said. "Your little dress looksgood on. I know my duty and resolve to do it, so I shower, carefully shaving and lotioning for you. I carefully finish my hair, just the way you like it. I run my fingertips up my legs and my pubic mons, making sure there isn’t the slightest rough patch. You love these panties; their faint white lace pattern reveals just enough, and its matching bra barely covers my nipples. I don’t wear white silk stockings and garters for you often enough but, turning to my left and right in the mirror, I can see. Then as he did I could tell he was leaning way forward to see under the divider at me. It was about over a foot high to the bottom of the stall wall. I did see a shadow moving in rhythm and knew Mr. Bond was jerking himself off. So I did the same. I could lean down and watch too as he slid his pants right down to his shoes and saw his hairy bare leg. He seemed now to be leaning to the side and finally went to his knees beside the partition! My head was pounding as he turned toward me and slid.