Her flat was beautiful. We sat on the sofa. She was wearing jeans and t-shirt she was looking gorgeous, I was not able to move my eye from her.Anyhow,...I tried looking here and there and sat on the sofa in her living hall. She offered me some snacks and a cool drink and she came beside me and sat there. She asked me why I have chosen to work as a gigolo. Then I told her about my financial problem and we talked for some time.Then I put my hands on her thighs and started rubbing while talking to. Sex is something beautiful and wonderful between two people, and not something you should do furtively and sneakily."Bill was trembling all over at his mother's gentle touch, her two hands only lightly resting on his skin, but making his cock turn into a white-hot steel bar under his protective hands. He couldn't remember ever being so turned-on before, not even in his recent heavy fucking session with Gwen. That had been a surprise, but this was something he had dreamed of for years. Although. He would stay up into the wee hours of the morning. In fact I don't ever recall seeing him go to bed, he was just there in the morning. If we just had to go to the bathroom it was okay because it was right next to my bedroom and daddy didn't have to be interrupted. If we were hungry or thirsty though then daddy would sometimes get annoyed, telling us to wait before coming down the hall. When daddy gave permission we had to hurry passed the living room and into the kitchen, fetch what we wanted. The only down side was that in wrapping the tape around her head for the blindfold, I had plastered her long auburn hair to her head and that didn't look too good.She'd rolled over onto her front as she continued trying to free herself. Now she was trying to kick with her legs, hoping that she might jerk the ropes at her wrists free. She gave a whimper of pain and then a groan of frustration. She rolled back on to her side. Mud from the stable floor now streaked her white shirt."Good afternoon,.