“Ask me to fuck you.”She started down, sighed and, under obvious duress, said, “Will you make love-”“No!” I reprimanded her. “That's not...what I told you to say! And look at me when you say it! Make me believe it's what you want!”She glared at me for several seconds, swallowed down her anger and said, “Will you.... fuck me?”“Better. Now also say please and like the whore you are!”She again contemplated her options – of which there still weren't any, and stared at me coldly.“Please fuck me like. Thanks," said Chris as he gave his mom a quick kiss. He took his mother's breasts in his strong hands and whispered, "Want me to do you?" We better think about getting out of here," she answered as she reluctantly removed Chris' searching hands. "Why don't you get one of those rags and clean up your mess? We don't need someone finding your pool of cum in the girl's locker room." While Chris did his chore, Heather stood lookout at the door. Most of the girls had dressed and left, but there were. Anyway I worked in this ward for a couple of weeks and I got quite pally with one of the nurses sheila Harrington was her name she was Irish about 28 and very sporty she was telling me that every Tuesday after work they used to go onto the sports field and play hockey and they were always looking for new players so thought I would give it a go, it was a great crack about a dozen or so evey week play for a couple of hours and go and spend the evening in the bar afterwards any way this particular. One of my neighbors lives full time in the Philipines but keeps a condo in San Francisco for business trips. After my divorce, he invited me to visit him and his wife in Manila. I knew he was wealthy, but when I arrived, I was amazed by the mansion he lived in and the beautiful grounds and all of the servants. My bedroom was a guest room in a separate wing of the house, away from the main living areas and away from the master bedroom.On my first night my host took me out on the town and after.