After he left, the boys told her he came back with a hard cock telling them about it. She laughed telling them that if he knew she was 60, he wouldn't...have looked. She later walked down to their mail box waiting as the mailman drove up. She came back telling them that he had dropped a line on her. After dinner they sat with the boys telling her just how many of their friends had made comments about her, some to them, some they heard saying, “you're a hottie and it's kind of “hot” to hear them. A low moan from behind forced him to turn back towards the bed. Agent Klay sprawled across the dirty mattress. She wore her jogging pants andcoffee-stained t-shirt, again resembling a slightly-frazzled soccer mom."Such a disappointment," slurred the voice from behind. David spun backto face Fosters, once again framed in the door. His feet rang a steadyand loud rhythm as he approached, each step in counterpoint to theticking of the clock. "Beg for your life, little sissy." Stay away!" David. She leaned over and kissed me, her breasts swaying."What is it, sweetie?" Look!"I pushed my panties down a little so Mom could see. There were some red spots in a funny pattern. Not too gross, just a little, kind of like when you have a cut that bleeds for a little while.Mom smiled and kissed me again."Congratulations, sweetie!"Huh? I knew what this was, I was pretty sure, but "congratulations"?I didn't have time to think. Mom lay down beside me and pulled me to her. I could feel her breasts. Don’t tell me you need another lesson on who owns your body." My eyes flooded with tears and I blubbered, "No, Master, please! I meant your nipples, your nipples." He ignored the tears and counted out the clips. "Besides these aren’t even going on the nipples I own. They are going on the pussy I own". He pressed two fingers inside the pussy roughly. "This is what seems to be causing so much trouble, isn't it, Slave? Sit down and spread those legs." I did as I was told and he attached the.