” Mom answered.She tries to leave the bathroom, but I hold my ground in front of the closed door. I close in on her backing her to the sink counter-...op. Mom’s heated body shakes with fear and sexual hunger with my arms cornering her at the counter-top. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but you better stop.” Mom demanded.“I know that you have been lonely and horny. And I am getting hornier everyday knowing that my mother needs a man to please her in bed. And I want to be your man, mom.” I. " Good," 23 said, and we strode in.The members of our squad knew what to do, and took their positions around the wing of the museum where the exhibit was being displayed. Paintings of Mary abounded on the walls. From stylized versions that barely seemed to resemble the Goddess, to hyperrealistic depictions of her naked, wreathed in flames, standing triumphant over Brandon's corpse.23 and I would take care of searching the four artist who had the privilege of meeting Mary. They were young, teens. She is smiling. She knows what is going to happen. She has done this before. All this is happening in the open courtyard. Sometimes we have visitors who can watch. As sex slaves we have no right to privacy. Our duties are obedience to the orders of our masters. If they want us to fuck in public, we fuck in public. I lock a leash on to the iron collar on the neck of the mother. I point to the mating mat. She knows that she is to crawl on her hands and knees to the mat. She has done this before.. Her diet had paid off, certainly.Her nice, muscular ass not in the view, sadly, Jason still had enough to admire: The front of the older woman, so fuckably arrayed in front of him. She had the most perfect hourglass figure he could dream of. She lay there, one leg crossed over the other, her long, muscular legs ending in small, pedicured feet.And, was there more? Yes, there was.The thong had shifted slightly and allowed her son, Jason, a slight peek of her fleshy vagina.It drove him over the.