Peter took another sip of his coffee, only now it was tepid and bitter. There was a slight film of oil floating on the coffee, perfectly natural for i... to be there, but not quite so tasty.About the time he was ready to give up, the woman he had been waiting for finally arrived. He watched her head over to the counter and order her coffee. She was a very attractive woman with a shapely figure, but her best feature was her long brown hair that came down to the middle of her back and the bangs. Alex made a mad dash through her purse for her wallet and card. “Oh, a young one indeed. A week-old belated happy birthday!”“Thank you.” Alex turned with a big smile to her father. “Daddy?”“I’m driving. Perhaps Gene’s the one you should be buttering up?” He gave her a look. I tried not to blanch. I’d wager my ludicrous guess of the price of dinner was still lowballed. “To relax our young man, it’s going to be all on my bill.”“It doesn’t seem to relax him that much,” our waitress grinned. I. I was again being fucked in front of my son, who was now being touched and groped by his friends as they laughed and told him he was a slut like his mother.It didn't take long for the first two young cocks to fill me with their cum, I felt them being pulled out of the way and another set of BBC hammered into my mouth and pussy.I looked at the clock and realised I had been her for over an hour already, it was then I came down from my sexual high and realised I was sat on my sons face allowing. .. that far?!" Don't bet on it!" Jay snapped. "They haven't located your new apartment, yet... and you're too big a target... when they do... so I want you to drop out of sight. Pack a minimum of things and meet me at my office in forty-five minutes!" You serious?" Arnie questioned. "What about my wife?" Don't tell her where you're going! The less she knows the better... and she'll be safe where she is... because now, it's you they're after! If you're in a hospital... or a morgue, you'll be no.