When she sank downward, she felt his probing finger, and when she rose upward she met his kissing, licking, sucking mouth and his darting tongue. With...every move he felt his mother's quickening rhythm, until she let out a little cry, had a long sustained spasm, then cooed like a pigeon. With his finger in her ass and his mouth on her cunt, he brought her off once, twice, and then a third time.While she sailed through her last orgasm, Manley tugged at the strings holding up his pajama bottoms. All I had to do was be a ‘good girl,’ not enquire too deeply about what Ben got up to on his so-called business trips – not that I cared very much – and I got the goodies, including new plumbing. On the down side I was bloody bored. Ben was as usual as good as his word, as he always was when it came to giving me the things he could do deals over. Consequently various items of plumbing began to arrive at The Cottage over the course of a couple of weeks, mainly delivered after dark. These were. It touched her uvula, pushing it out of the way. Instinctively she tried to swallow, squeezing his cock tightly and sending him into bliss.She, however, was choking. Her throat closed off but he still tried to push through. His hands found the back of her head and pushed as hard as they could. The head of his cock smashed against her throat repeatedly, trying to break through. It was no use though. She was getting dizzy as her head bobbed back and forth. There was a wet slurping sound made. They were paying me triple my normal fee per day for moving all of their shit into the dungeon I had procured for them.The room was basically an old bomb shelter, 2 stories underground (because just any old basement wouldn’t do) with a small service elevator that was apparently built by the fucking Mayan out of wood and counterbalanced with boulders. Goddamn that thing was fucking slow…anyway I digress. I had to get 2 of my part-time assistances to work full time to get all of their shit.