And you know what, slut?" Yes, Mistress Desiree!" slut said happily, still trying to get up, but unable to."No, you don't, but I understand, you moron..." Mistress Desiree said. "You can charge him a whole twenty dollars for a blowjob. And you will, as I sell the company you built. Do you like that?"He had worked so hard to build up that company. The hours, the frustrations, the joy. The whole concept of selling him hit him like a punch in a bad bruise. And slut threw up onto the patio by the. Taking his silence for approval of the idea she assumed he was thinking it through so gave him some encouragement. She quietly mentioned it would be possible for her to leave off inhibitions and so do what ever he wanted. She told him the phrase mistakenly thinking he too had a naughty image of them together in the bedroom. As the words left her lips she began to feel a flutter within at the idea of him using her in the bedroom for his own gratification. He could use her to fulfil his. " Wouldn't what?" "Wouldn't what?" Wouldn't put out, that's what!" Angela started breathing hard, making her huge braless tits heave under the blouse. A sudden vision of her child in the back seat of a car, trying to stick his stiff cock into a reluctant virgin, made her pussy throb with lust."Oh? She wouldn't have sex with you? Do most of the girls you date just lie down and let you fuck them? Hmmm?"Tony glanced at his mother, surprised by her language. His gaze dropped to her body and Angela. Following breakfast the next morning, we had a really long chat. Wray told me that he had always wanted to get into the heavy leather and bear scene. Thankfully, I had enough body hair to turn him on. He had always been reluctant to fully explore this arena individually and wanted someone he trusted, to share it with. He wanted to get all the leather gear and give it a full go. We then looked up sites on the internet and watched some of the heavy stuff that this gay subculture is into. I was.