" Thank you for being so gracious and accepting us at your table," she very politely replied, treating it as a kindly gesture to an undeserving soul r...ther than the pretext to avoid a scene in a public restaurant that it had been."My name is Patricia Moore, I'm a singer. I perform at a nearby club. This," she turned and looked dubiously at her partner, "is Henry Dunn, my business manager." I could see him stiffen at this introduction and instantly knew he thought of himself as much more to her. Hands started grouping them, pinching her dusty pink nipples hard and massaging them. It hurt a bit because he was too rough. She started choking, but he ignored her. Instead, he went down to her jeans, unbuttoning them and taking them and her underwear off in one swoop. Her bare ass was on the cold metal and she jumped at the sensation. He jumped off the platform they were on, and she realized she was on a flatbed of a pick up truck. There were cars parked all around them. Suddenly, her legs. “You guessed that you are going to do that, now you continue with my bedroom and you stay away from everything. When I come upstairs you will have everything ready in this room. The cupboards are then in their new place and everything is neatly tidy. If you don't have that ready, your aunt will punish you. I've always wanted to punish you once and I'm going to do that today dear boy, you were here early yesterday and did things you didn't like and at least you get punishment for that. ”She. "Shit, Mom, I fuck a lot of girls. If you want, I can bring one home tomorrow and fuck her right here. I just like rubbing my prick a lot. It feels good." "You...you could at least pull up your pants when your own mother is talking to you. This is very embarrassing." "Well, you're the one who wanted to talk, Mom. I don't want to stop jacking off now. I've had a big load in my nuts all day. I need to cum bad!" And then the hung son shocked his mother again, sliding his.