My theory was supported by Mom's own behavior. Despite complaining about having to dress up so much just to do such a simple job, Mom seemed to relish...wearing clothes that advertised her as a hot commodity. Not that I'm complaining. The best part of her penchant for sexy clothes, from my perspective, was that Mom wasn't in a rush to change when she came home. I loved those three work days a week, especially after my sister went away to university while I finished high school and started in a. Open palm from her neck down and over and she moans slightly as I pause and gently squeeze, Stephie moans and pushes against my hand remarking it IS sensitive by feel good. I hand her the glass for another sip and the glass is emptied and she turns and kisses me and say’s OK- take care of me good like before, I reach for a dildo and instruct her to suck it like a real cock and I dare you to take it All inside your mouth. She lays down and hands it to me and asks me to insert it, the wife. I have always enjoyed oral sex, giving it as much as receivingit. She was still just out of tongue's reach though. Her little mouth was justcovering the swollen head of my cock now as she swirled her soft tongue aroundit, teasing, pushing, and sucking. I knew she could easily tell from whereshe was if I was even getting remotely close to cumming, cause if I twitchedat all, she would stop, lifting her mouth from cock and wait, before returningto her devilish work once more. Finally, she stopped,. It just – well, to me, it seems a shame. I mean, you’re one of – what? Eight? Ten? More?” The man shook his head sadly. “You deserve so much better. You deserve to be cherished. To be placed on a pedestal. You should be given some lucky man’s undivided attention – not one of many.”It was the rude guy who’d been talking to them at the restaurant, the one Octavia had put down. She looked him in the eyes, her own narrowed shrewdly. She could see the calculating look in those eyes. She could see he.