I listened to the music in the background from Ken’s phone. I wiggled my toes and feet as more ability to move returned to me. This was nice and p...aceful. I could fall asleep.Before I did, I felt a hand on my face. It was caressing my cheeks and forehead, it lightly touched my chin, lips, and nose. I opened my eyes and saw Marie smiling at me – smirking is actually a better word. What was she doing? She moved her hand to my chest, fondled one breast, teased, pinched, and twisted my. ’ Spat Melanie, conscious of her state of undress and her heavy breasts wobbling beneath her nightie.‘Melanie, your mother is a cock-hungry whore who doesn’t give a toss about you. Now, why don’t you throw that disgustingly plain nightdress in the bin and show me that delicious body of yours.’‘I hate you!’‘And yet you’ll strip, or that nice Mr Jenkins who’s conducting your interview next week, will receive some remarkably interesting photos.’Melanie knew that she was trapped. She had seen the. She slid a little closer to me in the car and kissed my neck while working my cock with her left hand an playing with my balls with the other. the ride to the hotel was about 15 minutes long and we wasted no part of it. when we stopped at a red light she took off those pants, removed her wet panties and threw them at me. my cock surged with pleasure when i smelled her musk. when she saw the sudden burst of energy fill my engorged cock, she dropped her head and started sucking. she worked it. By two-thirty or so, we'd done quite a lot. "Enough for one day," she declared.We retired to the comfort of her sitting room. She turned on the fan -- it was too cool for the a/c -- and we sat in comfort for a few moments, the only sound the soft hum of the fan.I was sneaking surreptitious glances at her breasts, showing nicely beneath the sweat-soaked t-shirt. Turned out I was not nearly as sly as I thought; she leaned forward, chest thrust outward, in an exaggerated stretch, and then in one.