’ I handed him my business card. ‘Why don’t you get your son to ring me and arrange another appointment, one that he will keep? And you could a...so tell him that, as he will be copping a fair amount of negative press shortly, he might need me and my story to balance that out.’ I turned my back on him and found my own way out. I was not about to let him do this to me. He, in his own condescending way was telling me that he and his son were richer and more powerful than me, and would see me when. “I hadn’t thought of that!” Sherry suddenly spoke. “Please Miss Hartwell! Help me to make him prouder of me! I miss him so right now!”Lucie shook her head she had been right. Hiding her smile she nodded then started to think. “We have to finish up with this brain box then we can go. Make sure you don’t miss a thing, I’m pretty sure that Zan will appreciate that more than anything. Besides rescuing two, instead of the one we came out here for should open a few eyes don’t you think?”Sherry seemed. I slid my hand under the newspaper and stroked my mother’s knees. I had always longed to play with her nylon-encased legs; it was my greatest fantasy. I slid my fingers up her thighs, taking my time, my fingers lightly exploring her smooth flesh.My mother gasped. She closed her legs tighter. I leaned in closer and nibbled on her earlobe, chasing her face as she tried to move away.“Stop it! I’m not fucking around anymore! One more show of resistance and I’m sending the email and you can eat. My cock was buried in her mouth all the way to the base. She pulled off me, looked me in the eye and said, “When I saw you in the bathroom shaving this monster I couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like in my mouth. I figured this was a good time to find out.” With that she plunged down and took me all the way into her throat. God, she was good. She was kneeling on the bed between my legs and supported herself with her hands on either side of my hips. Without touching me with her hands.