I was hurrying down the street, as it would notmake a good impression to be late the first day.I had signed up at a local art studio for free art less...ns, and thisbeing the first day, of course I had slept in. Bus was late, and thecrowded streets, full of slow shuffling pedestrians was not helping atall in my effort to be on time.Finally getting to the small corner shop, I pushed open the door, to thesound of small chimes hanging above the entranceway.Shaking the water droplets off, I raised my. My son had gifted me a most flimsy piece of bikini briefs. It appeared even smaller than those worn by the actresses in the movies. I could not recall when last time I had wear something like that. I felt excited about flaunting my body in front of my son, in those tiny pieces of clothes."Do I change right here." I asked him."No mom." He replied. "I don't want to kill the interest. I'm going out. You change and call me back."He opened the side door of my bedroom, which was opening to our. . in which case i would get it fresh from Daddiy's cockpr0n_Glutton: what stare are you in?pr0n_Glutton: state*sissysammi: floridapr0n_Glutton: oh, that's not terriblepr0n_Glutton: seems like all the freaks are there, lolsissysammi: oh my.. im ur freaky sissy whore .. yummypr0n_Glutton: you'd have to pay for shipping, then yeah, record yourself drinking some strangers collected semensissysammi: omg yes.. i would so pay for it Daddy... giggle.. i wont know if its yours or a buch of nasty men or. Rick was really tall, around 6'1” and thin. He was looking right at my tits, concealed by my tight work shirt. I felt trapped and to be honest, my pussy flushed with juices. His face was clouded with lust and I knew he was going to do it, he was going to fuck me, and he didn't care about the consequences. “Rick” I said softly “Are you okay?” “I.... I can't take it anymore... I can't take it.” he said with frustration. “I want you.”“Pardon” I said gently.“I want you Risa... I want you... I want.