“I ... nothing, Honey, nothing.”But he would have none of it and after a couple of rounds of denials she finally broke down and told him everythin..., the meeting with Howard, the call from the bank, the household repairs. She couldn’t bring herself to admit to her son that she couldn’t get him the photo studio he so wanted.“Mom, we’ll get through this ... together.”“I ... I must look a mess. Let me go run a brush through my hair,” she said stumbling a bit through the alcoholic fog.“You look. She thoroughly loved it, in fact, she was now an addict for anal penetration. She loved everything about it, the way it made her feel like a filthy whore, perhaps even the thought that she had probably gone a lot further than her mother ever would have. Perhaps it was some kind of weird Electra complex playing out but what she couldn’t shake was the idea that after every depraved thing she’d done, and had done to her, she was still technically a virgin. She still had not had a real cock in her. ? She really looked the part ? Thought Laura. - But don?t worry Lori. I also got an Id for you. And produced a health registration Id for prostitutes with Laura?s photo and fingerprint and the name of Lori Smith. (It was obtained by Ralph of course). Ralph had taken the fingerprint in the morning while she was asleep. The photo was cut from one of yesterday Polaroid ?s and showed Laura?s shoulders and upper chest, even a glimpse of breast, of course not a stitch of clothes was visible. Then, he holds them back with just one of hisseemingly huge hands, using the other to probe my nipples further. I amhelpless; bound with my cock pointing higher and higher. An erotic panicrushes through me as I feel the increase in pressure in my hard penis."You'd better hurry up and pee," he chuckles into my ear.He doesn't touch my crotch even once, instead continuing to work mynipples. There's so much pressure down below I feel dizzy."L-let go!" I gasp, feeling certain I'm on the brink of.