Getting her drunk wouldn’t work because she never drank; cuffing her to the bed would constitute as rape; and locking the door with a padlock was to... much trouble. However, I knew my mother like a book, and I figured that she would not report me because she loved me too much. I then came up with a brilliant idea on what I thought I should do. When she goes into the basement to get something, I will lock the door with some tight security locks, and then refuse to let her go until she has sex. As we kissed, I felt his ripped, half-naked body pressed against my body.He gently broke the kiss, looked at me, and said, "You really clean up nice for a hotel housekeeper." Mmm, thanks." I responded as he looked into my eyes.I returned his kiss on the lips as my hands explored his body. They travel from his hyper mobile tattoo-sleeved shoulders, to his ripped abs, to his muscular back, and all the way down to his firm ass, which was covered by a pair of black cotton pajama bottoms.After the. He too reached for the coffee, which now was almost empty. Dustin grabs the pot and starts the re-make process---he was such a good waiter, lol. We all sit quietly at the bar, munching down on the excellent food. Dustin speaks up first “Matthew, what we gonna do with all this stuff—barely get our clothes n stuff in the jeep”? A jeep cj was one of the funnest vehicles you could have---but 2 bucket seats and a small compartment in the back, did not make it a moving vehicle. “I gave that some. So I hurried along as fast as my highheels would let me. My legs were getting cold and my stockings didn't do muchto protect me from the draft that was finding its way beneath my skirt. Bythe time I reached the parking deck, I was quite grateful that business hourswere over: I didn't have to wait for the elevator and it would go straightto my floor. I exited and, of course, my car was one of only two on the floor.Imagine that. The other vehicle was parked nose to nose with mine. Funnythat we.