” As Sharon was getting the eggs, butter and red pepper from the fridge, she asked, “Any second thoughts about last night?”Flashes of her mother...sucking John’s cock ran through Sharon’s mind, “Do you mean how my hot mom stole my boyfriend and put him to sleep?”Paula could not help but smile at the memory of fucking John, “Well, I did warn you.”Sharon cracked the eggs one-handed into a bowl and poured in the milk, “Yes, you did, and it was one of the hottest things I ever saw. I know John, and I. Their rich daddies buying them out of any trouble, and following them like lap dogs. "If you ask me, they're asking for it." she said to herself, and laughed at how fast she lost herself in the situation.As she heard the knock, she quickly put on the long white socks and went to her knees, before the butler opened the door.--- "Stand up." --- he ordered. --- "Turn around" --- he said, while inspecting her.He took out a little makeup set, and applied a light makeup, topping it off with a red. “Your accent doesn,t sound American” he interrupted. “Oh no. I Was Born in Essex, but my father is American from Columbus, Ohio.” she qualified the myth. “What sort of work you looking for?” “ Anything to do with computers as I,m good with that line.” she replied. “I have a friend who works for a big international technology firm that could probably help find you something?” He offered. “Thank You. That would be a great help.” Eventually Rob parked the car in front of a small house on the. ”She let out a long contented sigh.And with that, she slowly moved forward until she couldn’t take anymore pressure or pain from the clamps on her nipples, and slowly, oh so slowly moved her body back toward me. She then deliberately and I assume painfully, swallowed my cock back into her dark depths.She repeated the process again and again, always at the same slow deliberate speed. The real sadistic part of it that my mind took great pleasure in, was that once she got her rhythm, every.