After a few minutes I got up and walked over towards her with my drink in my hand and neatening out my top with my other. As I approached her she real...sed I was walking over and seemed to be happy. It was most probably because her friend has just gone off and left her by herself. “Hey I’m Aaron, a friend of Andy’s.” “Hey Aaron, I’m Sophia. I don’t really know Andy but I came with Kelly. Do you know her?” I didn’t immediately take in what Sophia was saying as I seemed to be mesmerized. Against. The red marks on the woman's breasts were noticeably turning from rosy too red.The man turned around, bent and offered his ass to his slave. Her docile tongue caressed his brown eye and teased the area between his hole and his balls. She pulled his balls upwards and towards his slippery hole until he twitched with pain. He grunted and shouted, "Lick them, bitch!" and she obeyed.Three more women participated in the game, none of them bound by a contraption like the slave's. They were taking. When I pounded them to multiple orgasms, I sometimes imagined it was Mom that I was fucking instead of them! I had always secretly wondered what it would be like to have Mom in bed...and all these thoughts were giving me a raging hard-on! Mom turned off the light by side of her bed and lay down on her side, looking at me and smiling. Her eyes shined and she asked me to come over for a good night hug! She hugged me tight to her voluptuous body and held me there for what seemed like forever! . It just so happened the head of security was in personnel,motor one look at me and said, "What do you know about shoplifting?" I thought it was an accusation, confessed to nothing and he said, "I will train you...you're hired." For 30 or so hours a week, I walked around different stores (Weinstocks had five in the Sacramento CA area) caught shoplifters and I did not have to invest in several hundred dollars in clothing to make $3.35 an hour. I was making $5.80, so my life was pretty good. .