Of course, all this was set up gradually over the years as technology became available and funds permitted. Running alongside this were my trips out, ...hether to the go-go pubs in the 70s or to walk the streets. Later when I discovered that girls go clubbing wearing often the skimpiest outfits, I’d be on the street corners two or three times a week in my mac, usually week-end evenings, though when I was on the road for a living, I’d include other nights of the week too. I don’t remember much. 'She' went to the bed andthey began to do what she was 'trained' to do best.However, about a half hour later, with 'her' next customer, 'she' began toretch violently all over the man. Vision soon blurred and unconsciousnessfollowed. Heart rate slowed and breathing stopped. John was dead...Chapter 9: Final Move"Dammit! He did it again!" One of the girls screamed, seeing John liemotionless and pale on the ground."He should have known we let him get off easy once. It's his own fault."Another. ” groaned Kavita as she stuffed her mouth with mommy-tit, feeling the warm, sweet milk feeling her mouth. “That’s it baby, suck all you want.” groaned Geeta, reaching down to fondle and pinch her daughter’s titties as she sucked. Throughout her teen and early adult years before marriage, Kavita always liked to play little girl to her mommy and daddy, and they loved having their needy submissive little girl be a part of their own sexual pleasure. Geeta knew that Kavita needed to be submissive. That's what Tommy was waiting to hear. He pulled back slowly, hesitating for just a second, and then he rapidly plunged into her.Sue screamed; she felt like her mind had lost all control of her body. She was rapidly spiraling into a climax. She was fucking her son; they were now real lovers. The wet slapping sounds echoed in the quiet room.From somewhere, Tommy found new staying power and used it to drive his mother crazy with desire. He was like a machine, his hips moving up and down in a.