Cards are dealt, hands are played, you are passed from man to man, wearing only your jean skirt and heels. Your tits swing wildly, and you are taken ...y each winner. Each man’s touch is different, some men’s touches are tender, others are rougher, one man just concedes his ante too simply suck on your nipples for the entire hand. You are used by each man for his pleasure, their rough touches and aggressive lips drive you crazy, you have had more than a dozen orgasms already this evening. The. “And you’re still hard, Mom. Wow. My boyfriend goes soft after he cums.”“You’re having sex?” I gasped.“Mom, I’m seventeen. D’oh. I bet you were having sex even younger.”I flushed. I’d been a precocious minx.“Mmm, I need to keep your cock all nice and hard and warm on our drive to Seattle,” she purred, sliding up me, her hands going to my blouse. I shivered, my daughter’s fingers kneading my tits as she climbed onto my lap. “I’ll use my pussy to fluff your cock.”“I think only mouth’s are for. Finally, Sharon pulled up to the speaker. “Hello welcome to Wendy’s.” the speaker said. Sharon inhaled sharply. She was so thirsty.“Hi. I’m Sharon.” Sharon said.The speaker was quiet for a moment.“…Hi Sharon. What would you like to order?”Sharon’s mind went blank. What did she want to order? Where was she? Sharon felt like she didn’t know anything anymore.“Sharon?” The speaker called out.Suddenly, everything came flooding back. Sharon remembered she was at Wendy’s. Why had she introduced. " Me? No, I, uh... no." Excellent! Shall we go, then?"Anything further, officer?" Guess not."Cranston picks up Daisy's suitcase."Shall we go, then?"The limo is just outside."The policeman watches them leave and sees that there is indeed a limo parked in the alleyway which bisects the terminal, long and silver, its windows one-way glass.And something clicks in his mind.Not because of Daisy or the unremarkable Cranston, but because of the chauffeur, his skin parchment white, completely bald,.