She was firm and businesslike. Ground rules were set. I accepted. She gave me twenty-four hours to think it over.The warehouse is in an industrial are... of town, hidden from sight. My heart races as I approach an unmarked door. A discreet knock and I am ushered into a cavernous, dimly lit space by a woman other than the hostess. Used mattresses are strewn about. A small group of women mingling and sipping wine, dressed casually. I am told to sit in a chair quietly and await further instruction.. On a good day. This day, was not one of those.The wind was either trying to drive the rain through the sheet-metal shell that surrounded me, or toss me into the rock strewn walls mere feet from my tires. It didn’t really matter what it's intent was, the battle was the same. My hands gripped the wheel, tight enough to feel the threaded seams that bound the leather to its frame, as I reacted to every gust and corrected that lumbering beast back between the pavement’s edges.The radio was loud.. Absently, he looked down, noticing he was soaked with mud, but not caring since that was rather common for him. As he walked into the door, Dennis stopped, seeing his Mom glaring down at him, "Where do you think you're going all covered in mud?" she asked him patiently. Dennis looked down again, self consciously, then clenched the marble tighter in his hand as he looked back at his Mom. "I'm sorry" he said, not really meaning it. As he looked at his Mom, a strange feeling hit him. His vision. She was so skilled at licking pussy.Then she sucked on my clit. Her teeth nipped it, sharp and playful. I groaned, my ass clenching. Her hands caressed my skin as her tongue bathed my bud. The rough texture felt so amazing. My pussy grew hotter and hotter.I sucked harder and harder on Sven’s cock.Then Zanyia pulled her lips away. “I don’t know.”My mouth popped off Sven’s cock. “Don’t know what?” I demanded. “How to make me cum? You’re doing such a good job. Don’t stop.”She took a lick up my.