So I asked her to call them and tell them to come back so that I can enjoy fucking her. Meanwhile, I started watching her and wanted to fuck her. So I...went to kiss her, undressed her by tearing all her dress as I like to go rough. She hesitated as I am her son and told to stop.But I didn’t listen to her and started to ram her very hard. She didn’t accept me to fuck. I thrashed her and I told her that you like to get fucked by all the guys in the neighborhood but not me. Then those guys came. I. Thrust… I,Thrust… Am, Thrust… Going, Thrust… To, Thrust… Make, Thrust… You, Thrust… My, Thrust… Bitch! She told him.With each thrust she drove the dildo into her own pussy deeper. Her juices started streaming down her legs. As she moaned in pleasure. she said,” Stroke your pathetic little cock Slave, I want you to cum in your hand and then eat it!” she instructed him. I had created a monster, Tricia was taking out months of pent up anger at this young man. Having only known him for two hours or. He was a loving and compassionate man, who worked as a pastor at their local church.His wife Esther was 41. Her long blonde hair and blue eyes were breathtaking. Her body was even more so. With beautifully sculpted D-cup breasts, and a slim figure with wide hips and firm ass; she was the icon of many men's lust. She was a stay at home mother, who occasionally helped out at her husband's congregation. Though being a mother, and 41, she looked like she was in her early 30s. She was just as loving. When I started my business I couldn’t afford flashy offices and even when the business became profitable I eschewed the idea of a glamorous location as others such as Brian used. It was an overhead I could do without. Whilst I was not exactly an East End boy, I had grown up in Islington, I knew by rumour the names of some of Chad’s clients. He assured me that the majority of his clients were law-abiding and honest as I was. That description of my work was amusing in a way, as property.