I saw her smile and felt myself blushing and smiling. I happily went to my room. Now I could guess what Nimisha mam might have talked to mom about. I ...we her big time.Reaching my room I started imagining about my mom. Her being nude in front of me like a slut. But I knew it wouldn’t happen so easily. So I decided to make her horny and then get her. But I didn’t know what to do.The next day was Saturday and I didn’t have class, but my sister had. So I was home alone with mom and the servant lady. To use me and make me feel cheap and wanton, and make the moment all about the sex, about pure lust and nothing more. It was a little rough sometimes, hard and fast and anything but loving, but that was okay. In fact, it was more than okay; it was what I needed from him. Love I could get at home, but my husband would never dream of treating me roughly and fucking me – using me – the way Tony did. I loved it when he simply took me, demanding everything, the sex sweaty and loud and almost. I knew they were coming because I had a very nice phone call from Grant Loren telling me that they were now in production on the coffee pods and Flex-Tek was the reason. He thanked me for making Wick available and for going the extra mile. Those are the kind of phone calls I’ll take any day of the week. We had heard no more from the Ventriss family and we had the letter from their lawyer outlining the agreement to cease and desist. Nothing was coming back from the customers, so we assumed that. Mandy cried out as the brutal penetration rocked her body. But this did not deter him, only spurred him on.Victor fucked her like a jackhammer for almost an hour before squirting his fluid deep into her well-used body. All the while, Mandy was grunting and groaning, squealing like a stuck pig, first begging him to slow his thrusts, then pleading with him to fuck faster.When he finally came, it was like a bomb had detonated. They screamed out in unison, so loud my eardrums hurt. His cock was.