I nervously grabbed my phone and backed up toward the door.“Is Angela here?” I asked firmly."She's not. I'm Carlos, her son, be right out," he ans...ered.I relaxed as Angela did have a son that I met a few years ago. Angela talked about him often; he had been away at specialized esthetician school out of state. He was gay and I know that she wasn’t happy about that, not that she was ashamed but she wanted grandbabies.Carlos walked out of the back room. He was striking with olive skin, dark eyes. Her large round breasts peeking thru that bra, her structure was simply too divine to imagine. her lovely ass shaped so curvaceously was stretching that petticoat.. in 20 seconds i had got a raging erection.She was humming something as she unhooked some chain on her neck.. she turned a slight angle and i could make out her navel.. for a woman who was almost 41 years old she had no stretch marks on her stomach and long navel. Navel even had a mole near it.. .. what a goddess.. her husband was. ”“Anything?” she asked.“I suppose killing you would be in bad taste, but most everything else would be permissible.” Dave said with a serious look. I believed he was telling the truth as he believed it.“So what’s in the box?” I asked.He pulled the box out of his pocket and opened it. There were three earrings in it with several rhinestones attached to each ring. All were just a little bit different.Two of the shiny gold rings were identical, just mirror image of each other. They had one stone. The feel of his cock inside me, the sight of him fucking me, the sound of his groans as he thrust, the feel of his skin on mine was all too much. “Tariq.” I repeated. “Yes, love,” His accent entered my ears and traveled straight to my pulsing clit. “Cum for me, Stella.” “Ohh shit,” I hissed. His voice pushed my over the edge—the sensation was overwhelmingly savage and primal; my orgasm barreled down, and seized my body in languid waves of white hot bliss. I pulled him close, bit and licked his.